STACITA.

My feet are getting wet!! All the time because of crappy San Francisco rainy weather. And they don't have my size (9), hmph!

What do I do with wet toes?! PLUS, I can scoot in the rain if I have these badass shoes.

DAMN YOU Target stockers!!

If anyone is around and has nothing to do on x-mas eve, I'm totally going ice skating at Embarcadero. Who's in?

This is SO cool. You have to watch it.

I hate this time of year. HATE HATE HATE!! From Thanksgiving (least favorite holiday) until NYE is like, the WORST time of the year. First, it always reminds me of the freaking Jersey cold. Ugh. But mostly, it's a reminder of how America needs an excuse to be superficially happy and enjoy excessive commercialism. If I'm humbug, so be it.

Today I walked into Office and it literally looked like someone PUKED tinsel everywhere. I heard someone say, nice job! to the decorating person, to which she responded, it might be a little haha overdone! You think?? What was the clue? The electric holly plants? Or perhaps the little elves on the cubicles? Or maybe it was the hanging of stockings from the mailboxes? Hmmm. Not sure by what you mean by "overdone." 

Can't wait to celebrate MLK Day.

The BART always has some real interesting characters. As a devout public transit girl (read "carless"), I love the people-watching. Today, these two little boys were about to ride the Pittsburgh/Bay Point line all the way past Orinda, except I told them to hurry up and switch at 12th Street to get to Coliseum. As I did, this guy behind me said "that was really nice of you." I took a moment to pause from bopping in my solitude of iPod ear buds to speak to my fellow passenger. Wearing an oversized gray sweatshirt and matching sweatpants, he asked me what I was listening to. Trying not to fixate on his gold grill, I said, "Oh... it's just a playlist I'm making for a friend," to which he responded, "I haven't heard music in seven years."

Seven years. SEVEN YEARS.

He told me, "I just got out today." It was a good day for him to be free -- a picture-perfect Bay Area day, with 70 degree weather and not a cloud in the sky. He kept speaking to me, saying things like, I'm going to turn my life around, start over, get a job. His whole family was waiting to pick him up at MacArthur. I asked him where he was serving time. San Quentin. Seven years. And he looked just as young as me. 

When he got off the train, I smiled and told him good luck, peace. He just was so happy to be out, free. He was smiling ear-to-ear and practically floated off the train. 

I really, really, really hope he can make it. And that he listens to music all day long.