the threats are killing me.

halifax threatened not to let me leave by having a blizzard the night before my 6am flight, and pushing all my subsequent flights back by 9 hours. by the time i got to san francisco, it was 12am sf time (4am hfx time), raining at a balmy 15c, and as i was crossing polk street, legally, to get to my friend's apartment literally right in front of me, the 19 polk bus threatened my life by mere inches. the driver never saw me. for a split second, i opted to let the bus hit me and collect the millions upon millions of dollars that sf muni would owe me due to my enormous medical bills, emotional and mental trauma, etc, but knowing my luck, i'd be a bazillionaire quadrapalegic. probably not worth it. after successfully ringing my aforementioned friend's apartment, the threat of sleep never quite took hold and we stayed up until nearly 5am talking about how fucking rad her apartment is and how horrible the following day would be for me, since i had to be up at 7.30am to go catch a bus that would take a grueling 8 hours to get somewhere that should only be a 4 hour drive. my ipod stopped working halfway through the 4th episode of "lost: season 1" so the threat of extreme boredom was very, very real. a tip for the california roadtripper: the drive to and from los angeles from my hometown is far more beautiful though the destination could be the most repulsive place on earth, and the drive to and from san francisco from my hometown is downright ugly though the destination is pure heaven. the drive is even worse when you're stuck on a greyhound bus and you can't even watch pixelated ipod tv. i get home to 25 degree weather and boxes upon boxes of my material possessions threatening to collapse in the garage. i went shopping on sunday. california might threaten to kidnap me.

just to better illustrate that i live almost exactly halfway between los angeles and san francisco (we just got an urban outfitters. my mind is blown.):