Coming Soon!!! Escape from Berzerkeley

I walked to the store today to buy materials to make dinner with. It struck me as noteworthy that the sun was going down and it was about to dip into a massive fog bank approaching from across the bay. I thought, "I hope I get to the store and back before the fog comes in, otherwise I will be cold." (Sometimes I actually think in complete sentences, but this is a rare event.) Then I thought about the temperature variation here, specifically the lack thereof year-round, and how that is something to be appreciated.

When I got home from the store, the lesbians downstairs were having guests over. One of them was talking on her phone loudly, pressuring her friend to "Come eat my food." She said that about four times. It must not be very good food, if it takes that much convincing.

The downstairs lesbians moved in about one month ago. I haven't said "Welcome to the neighborhood," or introduced myself for several reasons. First, I don't think it's worth the effort if I'm going to be moving soon. Two, the downstairs lesbians have sex loudly in the middle of the night and I don't want to put faces to the sounds of them screwing. Three, because they have sex loudly in the middle of the night and I don't want to put faces to the sounds of them screwing. And four, because I'm vaguely and ridiculously resentful that Jay and I are no longer the only queer couple in our building; it makes me feel territorial in a way I don't completely understand.

If I hear them screwing again tonight, I think I'll yell "Come eat my food!" through the floor. That'll teach them.