So, it looks like I may be on the streets of San Francisco for the last day and a half of my trip. To be honest it excited me a little. If theres one place I'd like to be tramping about in July, its San Francisco.

ugh, I feel like there is this ominous cloud of guilt hanging over my head and I cant seem to get rid of it.strange thing is that its guilt for like... myself. there is probably a word for that but I feel the pain as if Ive wronged someone, but the someone I've wronged is me....I don't get it.

just got home from work. Rachel is at work and the boyfriend doesn't wanna hang out with me till ten....................uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

Sometimes I wish my life held a little more substance.

I guess its time for left overs and a couple hard shots of tequila.
fuck