When to shut your face
One way to tell whether we’re friends or not (or whether I’m drunk or not) is how well my filter is working. You know, the filter between what I’m thinking … Continue Reading →
Musings on begrudgingly hipster life in northern California (San Francisco). A blog about the extraordinarily ordinary.
One way to tell whether we’re friends or not (or whether I’m drunk or not) is how well my filter is working. You know, the filter between what I’m thinking … Continue Reading →