Cherry.

The proverbial blog cherry has been popped. I am now a whore. I didn't even pass the "I can't believe I did that" stage, or the "maybe i really DO like chicks" stage, or the "I'm a born-again virgin" stage. No sir. I went straight to whore. No kissing. No gum-licking. Just straight-up dope letter-pounding. So where am I? I am in New Jersey. New Jersey rocks. And i do mean that in the most literal of ways. All my friends are rock stars. From New Jersey. So, I just came back from the most amazing trip. My best friends' band played out in California, two nights in San Francisco and one night in LA. I went out to join them as a little-known superhero called "Merch Girl." This IS a secret identity, so don't blow my cover, jackass. If i find out it was you, I'll charge you $40 for a $7 t-shirt.

San Francisco: OMFG. How can people ever stay indoors?? If i lived there, i would be running around naked everywhere like a child, albeit one with a great pedicure and Chanel sunglasses. I managed to find a little time to myself, so my well-guarded alter-ego, "Geek," thoroughly enjoyed a most spectacular drive north of San Francisco to Stinson Beach. Stinson Beach is infested with sharks. I know this because there was a huge sign that said so. There were a couple of surfers out there in the 10 foot swells, so I stuck around to see if one of them would get a leg bitten off or somthing. No luck. I took some photos instead. I'll attach them as soon as I figure out how.

Ooops would you look at the time. I have yet another "holiday" party to go to... You know, just thinking.. holiday parties are to drunks what Halloween is to Jersey girls who like to dress reeeally slutty.