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Hopefully having two stickers doesn’t invalidate my ballot.

California sisters stranded in Cambodia as fuel costs halt cruise

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Mrs Larson was the first hardcore Diablo II player I ever met and grinded so hard to get the angel wings for her character. But that’s besides being an electrician, having a Beach Boys signed surf board, and being one of the sweetest persons I have ever met. I hope her and Crystal are OK. need to check to see if there is a GoFundMe or something set up.

Two floats, back-to-back. OMG so needed that. Glad past Joe knew one hour of floating wouldn’t be enough. I am so rejuvenated. #TrueFloatNapa

On loan from a coworker.

FACTS:
I was adopted at a young age, I lived with my parents and younger brother in Virginia until the age of 10. My dad is in the military and was reassigned to Daegu, Korea in 1983. So my family packed up and moved halfway across the world to the country of my mother’s birth. I lived in Korea for 6 years, which I would have to say were some of the best years of my life. To experience a different country is an opportunity that most children and a lot of adults fail to experience; I am glad that I got the opportunity to go to Korea.

In 1989, my family left Korea and moved to the town of San Leandro in the San Francisco Bay Area. Living in San Leandro was a time of readjustment to life back in the United States. In the fall of 1990, my family moved to the town of Vacaville, California. It was here in Vacaville where I went through a number of teenage phases in the attempt to find myself. I graduated from high school and continued my education at Solano Community College, where I became lost with myself and somewhat wandered in the black hole that a community college can be.

At the end of 1998, my father was reassigned to Port Orchard, WA. Instead of following the family northward, I applied and was accepted to San Francisco State University. S.F. State became my home for the next 3 years has I completed my undergraduate studies in the field of History. It was also the first time that I was on my own; it was also a time of learning responsibility and taking care of myself. In May 2002, I graduated from S.F. State with a Bachelor Degree in History and $30,000 in student loan debt; the usual American college graduate story.

So here I am, a college graduate trying to eek out a living in the beautiful, yet outrageously expensive area that is the San Francisco Bay. I moved out of San Francisco this summer and now reside in the sleepy coast side town of Pacifica with my roommates Barbara and Mark; and Barbara’s three cats; Roxy, Zoey, and Nutmeg. The cats have graciously allowed Barbara to rent out one of her rooms to me.

 Gender:     Male         
 Location:       Pacifica, CA         
 Age:        30       
 Marital Status:     Single - Never married       

Looks: Devilishly Handsome 😉
Body Type: Average
Height: 6′ 0″
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black
Ethnicity: Black
Smoking: Doesn’t Smoke
Drinking: Drinks Socially
Living Situation: Rent w/roommates
Children: None
Education: College Graduate
Employment Status: Full-Time
Occupation: Warehouse Manager
Political Views: Moderate Liberal
Astrology: Taurus/Tiger
Languages: English

Left the journal at home so a rare Sunday Morning online post. Today’s breakfast is at Creekside Bakery. It’s been awhile since I’ve been here and they are definitely busy. But honestly it’s the same upper middle class families and retired people that I see every weekend breakfast.
Hoping the dream of the iPhone Duo will be a reality and I’ll just have one device that can do multiple tthings like be a journal, a time waster, emergency work stuff, doom scrolling at night…and a phone (I guess). Also trying the new laundromat in Novato after this. New shiny washers and dryers it gets the people going (according to Will Ferrel). But I don’t think the shopping center has EV chargers anymore, so that’s a point against. Esp with gas at $6.29. The mocha here is pretty good, hoping the food matches.
As usual, my thoughts have escaped me. Actually it’s more like they have scattered and are hiding under the furniture and closets like cats. And I’m too afraid or lazy to chase after them to hold and squeeze and pet. I wonder how much longer I have to live.

Side note, little girl saying skeet skeet when her grandpa is talking about skeetball will never not be funny. Which I guess will lead me into emotional maturity and man-childish I thought you only have a coffee breakfast. We’ll give us a shot. Have a good day.