My iPod: 10 years ago I thought my mp3 cd player was the shit! Now I carry around the 10% of my music collection I actually listen to (among some stuff I am ashamed is even on there)
My Laptop: I've always thought, "Macs are stupid, maybe if they could put it in a tiny handheld device that could Play music and videos and stuff, then it'd be cool (see; My iPod, above)" - my laptop is a PC, it runs Windows Vista (sux, I know) - but at least the OS is not named after a kitty-cat and I can download stuff FOR FREE on it.
My XBox 360 - got PS3? isn't that a keyboard plug? I have all my favorite games. It rules.
My Nintendo DS: It's kinda new, but the Korg DS-10 app I got for it makes it SO worthwhile - Supposedly I can learn piano on it too.
My Lady: She's cool, she lives kinda far away. Most people think she's fictional. Not me.
My new flatscreen TV: I hate TV, but I love mine. I can hook it up to the computer and watch whatever the hell I want.
My twin brother moving out to San Francisco to live in my house as my roommate: Man, I hate him so much. But I love him so much too, it's awesome having family around after being on my own for so long. The stuff we fight about is a FAMILIAR fight. It feels good, ya know?
My friends: They're not cool, they're not awesome, but they chose to admire and respect ME, and that redeems them somehow in my eyes. I have tons of stories about ALL of them, and with their permission I will glop those tales over you, the readers, sad sad eyes.
My job: As much as I complain, I have never had a nicer job. And my boss is easy on the eyes, that don't hurt.
My apartment and my FOUR DAMNED ROOMMATES: (see: Twin above) - Including my bro, some of the best damned people I ever met. There's Mike, he's been my best friend since right after I moved to SF, he's smart, a kickass pool player, similar interests, etc. Then there's Bryan, an ambitious filmmaker, also an ex-coworker, and long time friend. Then there is Irish Dave. Notice how the sentence ends there.
My landlord: He's the most patient and kind person I've ever had to continually give money to.
My Neighborhood: The lower haight is the most non-pretentious, straightforward, spit in your face if you don't like it, varied, and scary neighborhoods in the city. Living here is living REAL. It's forever my home unless I win the lottery and buy a small island some day.
The Lottery: eh. I can dream can't I? even tho I don't buy tickets, I imagine one day I'll be walking down the street, on a foggy yet blustery San Francisco evening, and TWAP!, winning ticket, right to the cornea.
Meat: I eat animals. Not cute fuzzy ones. Big blundering fat ones that aren't smart or ambulatory enough to get away. I've always had a VERY fast metabolism, ask me to pinch an inch and you can feed me two sandwiches and wait five minutes for a narrow window of opportunity to do just so. And that's why I need fat and gristle in my diet.
Beer: I forget why, but it's delicious.
Weed: What was the question?
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I hope that explains a few things.
kloveyabye, your fan,
Frank
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