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31 January 2001
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31 January 2001
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2:12 PM: Usually when I hear people talk about wow, how excellent it must be to live in San Francisco, oh San Francisco I've always wanted to go there, I have no idea what they're thinking. What is it that they imagine this place to be? Certainly nothing like the kinda dull, overpriced, overtwee pretentious little town I see around me, bla bla bla jadedcakes.
But then sometimes I remember. Because here it is, the end of January, a period I believe is known as "the middle of winter", and it is a fucking Nice Day outside Today. If I hadn't fried my camera I could show you. Oh wait, maybe I can borrow one. It's sunny, the temperature is perfect, the air has the slight feel of ocean, the bay is gorgeous.
So I admit it. We rule, you suck. Now someone take all these marketing executives out of here and send us your cool cute art students instead.
What do you mean, you already did?
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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