ARCHIVE (week of June 2, 2002)
JUNE 7, 2002 • Friday 11:28 am
I'm listening to someone talking on the phone use the following phrases:
"...most beautifullest..." and "...most gorgeousest..."
Correct me if I'm wrong, but those are not words found in the english dictionary? That's what I thought...
JUNE 7, 2002 • Friday 10:30 am
JUNE 6, 2002 • The day before Friday
JUNE 5, 2002 • Wednesday
I was prefectly okay with the weather in May. It was glorious. About 75 degrees during the day and a little cooler in the evenings. And now, it seems the minute I changed my calendar to June, it's at least 80 or more every day. I kept hoping that it might just stay in the high to mid 70's for a good portion of the summer, but alas, I am not that lucky.
This is why I should live in San Francisco. I love fog, I really and truly do. I'm okay with wearing long sleeves year round, really I am. If only I could afford the rent in San Francisco, oh and the commute. That might be a bitch.
Oh hell. I'll just stay in the south bay. At least there's air conditioning everywhere.
JUNE 2, 2002 • Sunday
You know how when you part your hair, there's that area of exposed scalp? Essentially, scalp = skin. Skin burns. I failed to remember this while walking around the art and wine festival for about 4 hours on Saturday. I also forgot my hat. I think you can guess the rest.