Yourself: trying to resist the urge to go home, worrying that my battery died from chatting with E too long
Your Partner: working at home, annoyed that my phone is dead when we have to meet at Japantown later
Your Hair: unruly and in need of a haircut I can’t afford
Your Mother: dead but remembered
Your Father: just appeared on tv (featured as an animal lover would you believe) and still shellshocked from moms death
Your Favorite Item: nothing I would call “favorite”
Your Dream Last Night: can’t remember, as usual
Your Favorite Drink: coffee
Your Dream Car: a Mini, beige and black please
Dream Home: a Victorian on a nice hilly street in San Francisco, with a native-plant and veggie garden behind it.
The Room You Are In: loft in office
Your Fear: death and helplessness
Where You Want to be in Ten Years: here in SF, and this could go 2 ways: here, just out of school a few years and working as a lawyer or here, with my own business and able to be much more mobile.
Who You Hung Out With Last Night: the husband and the cat, but I was a bit zonked so I fell asleep before 10pm
You’re Not: looking at the world through rosy glasses
One of Your Wish List Items: a bag I can use for going around, maybe 10×13 inches or so in size, with straps so I can sling it on my shoulder
The Last Thing You Did: made some green tea
You Are Wearing: short-sleeved, pinstriped, ruffly front buttondown shirt, jeans, camel-colored flat loafers.
Your Favorite Weather: bright and crisp
Your Favorite Book: right now Middlesex
Last Thing You Ate: cereal with milk
Your Life: in flux, but happy about almost everything except my work status (which isn’t too bad naman)
Your Mood: waiting
Your Best Friend: best friends — same group of girls since elementary days — are all quirky assholes
What Are You Thinking About Right Now: new work / nervousness about interviewing
Your Car: don’t have one I take the bus
What Are You Doing At The Moment: wasting time
Relationship Status: comfy and happy with the only person I can be comfy and happy with.




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