Day 4 in San Francisco: Sign up for Skype.
NYC Friends That Are In SF Now: Ryan and Gravy.
NYC Friends That Are In SF Now: Jenn.
Hotel Fitness Center. I’d never been to one.
Someone captured a baby bird feeding.
“Thanks, we also have to be careful about words that are too violent – hack, kill, die, etc.” — Client on news release guidelines (via shitprchickssay)
On Thanksgiving we got awkward.
NOT PICTURED: The $1.99 furry red socks I bought us at Walgreens that have now disintegrated.
Honeybee got framed. (Taken with instagram)
Ikea meatball lunch date.
Evelyn works at an organic vegan cafe. I ate a salad there last night that tasted like the sea.
Rainy season.
Apparently I woke up really early, took notes about my dream and then went back to bed. This dream was about a Ron Burgundy test my sisters were taking.
The Mysteries of Seattle, Part I: Who Pooped in the Garage?
Evelyn and her roommates can’t figure out the origin of the two human poops in their two-car garage. Was it the hobo who used to live in there? Or one of the Rachels?
Bathtub of cheese. I stared for awhile and then went in and bought $6 squeaky cheese curds.