breathtaking

as in: my breath has been taken away by all the shit that's rained upon my furrowed brow as of the past few weeks. jesus fucking christ. i'm dying over here.

the good thing is that me and my awesome lady got us a place on 7th and fulton, which is right next to golden gate park, haight street, green apple books (the best bookstore i've ever been to, hands down), the inner sunset, and all manner of cool shit. i love my city. so all i have to do is hang in there for 2 more weeks and then i'll be ok.