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In 4 weeks I leave San Francisco.  The office jokes about chaining me to my desk; they will sorely miss the additional manpower.  I can’t decide if I want to leave or not.  School will be fun, back with friends, but also I have to figure out Thesis, which I am sort of dreading.

September will mark the start of my 6th year.  In June I’ll graduate.  What am I supposed to do then?  This weekend, I found myself looking up information on the Peace Corp and doing an internship with the international program I went on to Copenhagen—one of my friends from there is currently working there, and one of my coworkers had that position before.  Both options are ways of delaying the inevitable.  I don’t think I want a “real job.”  I like my internship a lot, but I think if I knew that I would be continuing there for months/years, it would take on a different character. 

I’ve moved around so often the past 5 years; will it be nice to settle down in one place (and which place)?  Or will I get antsy after 7 months? 

For the first time ever, I can’t envision what I’ll be doing in a year.

OKCupid question: If you were in a committed monogamous relationship, but had the opportunity for a one-night stand with the most attractive celebrity in the world, would you take it?”

The most attractive celebrity in the world.  I don’t even know who that would be.  It’s such a ridiculous question.  On the other hand, I know a married guy who has an agreement with his wife, they each have one specific celebrity they are permitted to sex, if the opportunity presents itself.  I think his is Angelina Jolie.

My mom visited this weekend.

Saturday afternoon, she says “you know, what I haven’t seen enough of are gay couples.  I wanted to see couples just out and about.”

“Well, we could go to the Castro if you want?”

So we did.  We later saw a gay couple holding hands at a museum, and a guy kissing another guy on the cheek outside a townhouse.  I think she liked seeing it being no big deal, liked knowing I was in a city where I could do that without worry.

Public transit has been so unreliable these past few days that I’m ready to ask, “exactly how fascist would we have to become to get these damn trains to run on time?”

Real Talk: Update on these circumstances.  Firstly, thanks to everyone who has wished me well here or elsewhere.  <3 yall 4eva!!

“Earl” and I had coffee tonight, and had a good talk.  We are essentially on the same page after all.  I’m leaving in 4 weeks, obviously I’m not looking for marriage.

As it turns out, we’ve sort of Benjamin Buttoned the thing.  Started out at the um, climax, and dated our way towards friendship.  Successful!  All I wanted was someone to hang out with anyway.  A friend to see Toy Story with; my purpose for this whole months-long endeavor!

On the train home, a girl was eating a baby carrot, from the side.  Like a tiny corn on the cob!   Round and round she went, nibbling around the core.

She did end up eating the “cob,” at least.