San Fran is such a friendly city! I kinda made friends with the bartender the other night, and people just randomlly say hi to each other, and while I was walking home from work, some crazy guy came right up to me and started balbbering in some unintelligible tongue as if we were old cult mates. I'm liking this city more everyday ;)
Hotel/hostel living is a lil' rough- it's like urban camping. I can't wait to not walk around on a carpet that has yellow stains in a green carpet- how does that even happen? I wonder what my co-workers will think when they notice next week, that I have been creatively recycling my outfits- and by creative, I mean turning my underwear inside out and wearing it on my head.
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Aww. When the crazies come up to me, I tend to prod on their behavior. Like crazy schizophrenic woman: I asked her how she responds to the voices in her head and asked her to tell me more.
omg. i don't need that, i don't want to encourage the craziness because then they will whip out a spoon and gouge out my eyeballs for eating.
Did she tell you more?
She was surprising clear-sounding and well-spoken for someone incredibly off her rocker. She told me that scientists can mimic the symptoms of any drug and make you do anything by remotely controlling your muscles. And that the voices in her head that made me ask her to steal a car and run over a daycare also told a man in Georgia do that 14 years ago.
When we got on the bus, I ran for the back.
haha, you ran away and left behind a valuble Seattle friend!
I know, it was a networking opportunity deferred.
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