I like you.

I had a rough morning yesterday. It led me to spending time in Dolores Park with my Buddy Eric A and his friend, Tim. As Tim left, he caught me off gaurd when he said, "I like you!" He meant it in a purely friendly way; an affirmation that I'm a nice, pleasant guy. His simple, but kind statement put me in such a better mood.

So if you're reading this today, I like you!

my first time...

I really am a virgin to blogging - or at least a keeping one up-to-date. I'll make this easy. I'll focus solely on my eclectic and juvenile tastes: comics, television, gaming (though, there's only one game I play), san francisco, and photography. I won't cry about work. I won't bitch about my boyfriend. I will lament my recent book abandonment and perhaps scream for joy when a book betters my a.d.d.

To loosen my first time jitters, I'd like to begin with something I'm familiar with - my friends. Mostly, that they're so spread out now and I rarely see them. Though, I admit it's mostly my fault. With my work schedule and need to play a certain unnamed game, I see my friends once every season. That's sad. But here's what's not sad: Laurea's big news, Eric living in SF, Angel being Angel, Kendig coming back from Alaska, Mort being a super uncle, ChanChan adding a third Chan, Ronnie wearing suspenders, Mattia giving up on me, Shoemaker going to Cape Cod, Lauren the morning after, and Laughlin only being available weekends.

For logistical reasons:
Is Rogue really dead? Will Project Runway ever come back on the air? Will I ever achieve photographic greatness? And loving the city's current warmth!