I had a dream that Patrick and I got in a knife fight on a bus because he called a black dude "Donut Hole".
Is that actually a thing? Is that a racist term?
In some parts of Oakland (which, amusingly, are the only parts I know), one is likely to get into a knife fight for any reason at all. I also could see how, in a pretty imaginative stretch, 'donut' could come to mean 'ass.' Therefore, literally, 'asshole.'
Dear blag,
I've basically been having the Best Week. 'Cept my sister was a bitch when I called her on her birthday (Friday) and my friend left his weed in the living room and my roomie's mom found it and threw it away. His own damn fault though for leaving it there though.
Whatever, last night I got to go to the city with Natalie, the girl I've been talking to a lot lately. We met some friends of hers for dinner on Fishermen's Wharf, where we got to pet a condemned crab before he went into the steamer. Then we all went to Ghirardelli Square. The dude giving out the samples was just like "Hey grab whatever you feel like, just leave the bin" and he had this GREAT BIG BIN FULL OF CHOCOLATE. So we each grabbed whatever (within reason!), thanked him, and left. It was pretty fuckin' rad. Also, tasty. Milk chocolate with almonds and almond nougat. So. Fucking. Delicious.
Went and walked through a couple art galleries that contained various bits by Picasso, Dali, Warhol, etc. and some of them were even originals, apparently. Natalie and I found one that looked like a ten-year-old had done it, and she made mention of her opinion. I looked for the label nearby on the wall and couldn't stop laughing when I found it. Totally a Picasso.