The Diary of Antoine Roquentin

I’m awake way past my bedtime. But I have to say, I’m seriously considering moving to San Francisco. This is like, a dream job. Well, at least my foothold into the San Francisco IT world.

I need to stop listening to my mother. She’s trying to play it safe with me all the things that she didn’t play safe when she was growing up. She told her parents to fuck off at a very young age and went off to be a fisherwoman. And I mean, she has all these amazing life experiences because of it. Yes, she was poor, yes, it was sometimes horrible, but she lived in the Haight in the 70s! Isn’t that fucking amazing? I think it is.

I have San Francisco in my blood. It’s where my parents met. I need to finish my résumé and send it to Alex. All this musing is for naught if I don’t actually follow through.

Oh, Brian and I had such an amazingly fun day today! I went over to his house after I got off work and we went over to the park near his house and played Bjork and Portishead while we swung and played on the monkey bars. I was sort of monopolizing the conversation with my musings about San Francisco, but I think we had a great time. By no means was it a one-sided conversation, of course. It was odd, I feel like Brian is one of my really good friends now. We’re reaching I think about a month of knowing each other, so this is awesome. Okay. Must go to sleep. Now.