Folsom Street Fair is always one of the hottest days of the year because Fred Phelps is wrong.
The secret gay loved ones of Republican Homophobes. Assholes. (via gawker)
Since i’m so interested lately in jobs i of course stumbled across this handy guide to never having to work again. (Not that I’m actually looking for a job because, I might actually find one) It all makes so much sense. If you have a job all your income comes from one place – if you lose that, you’re screwed! You can live anywhere! You should have less than 100 things!
but it is beautiful. (via philliefan99)
There’s weed every where you turn out here. Between the dispensaries, friends who sell, and gutter punks pushing it on you in the Haight, it is a saturated market. It makes no sense that he makes hundreds of dollars a day selling pot truffles. They are pretty good though, and I really like the presentation. And thusly I while away another indian summer day in San Francisco.
Getting laid off has meant having the same conversation a lot, whether with parents or with friends, all centered around the question of ‘what next?’ And each case I’m like a green screen. It’s always the same, people urge me not to rush into something and take a job where I’ll end up miserable- presumably like they are. Or they ask if maybe i’ll move back east- this one an especially popular subthread of conversations with dear moms. Or they smile and are ‘happy’ for me, but are really a roiling pit of jealousy that I’m now ‘funemployed’.I smile and nod and tell the same joke about living for free wifi in a cafe full of identical MacBook Pros, but seriously, I don’t actually know what I’m going to do. I have time in a way that I haven’t had since I was a teenager on the last day of school. Let’s all hope I don’t blow it sucking on an Orange Julius while dumping quarter after quarter into Street Fighter II again.