Today was one of the slowest days ever. I hung out at the statue for a record period of time before being let go early. Then at around quarter to four, my dispatcher called me up to ask if I'd pick up a tag on 17th and Valencia and a few others. I was doing nothing and had no excuse not to so I got back on the bike and made a few more dollars.
Today was another hot one. A popsicle salesman came by the statue. Me, Katie from Western, Fox from Flash(?) and Burdick from Western.
Saw a
Wayne Thiebaud hanging at Farallon Capital Management. I like his new stuff.
Have been getting some crucial skitches these past few days.
4 comments:
is that a BANANA popsicle???
Thiebaud. Hawt. My fave California painter.
This is why I love you, goddammit. You're hot and you're awake.
Goddammit! Wake me up if you ever go gay. Until then, zzzzz...yeah, I know...zzz...zzz...
Wow, I have a gay stalker? That's awesome! I have arrived!
First it was Tycoon Status.
Then, your own gay stalker.
There's only one great honor left in life--yep, you guessed it: a calamitous hurricane in your name.
Just remember to save the newspaper headlines so you can tape them above your computer: "Deadly Ryan Wipes Out Island Chain"; "Ryan Leaves Monstrous Trail of Destruction", etc. That's like having a gay stalker who himself has attained Tycoon Status during a deadly hurricane. Only better.
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