Weird

So I'm sitting here enjoying my morning when I get an email notifying me that I have a comment on here. Shocked (nobody comments... boo hoo), I investigated. It turned out to be spam, in the form of a comment on a blog. That's freaking retarded, and I think that if it keeps up, I'm going to just give up and remove myself from the internet for good.

In other news, Mandy and I are moving soon. We found an excellent 2 bedroom apartment with a garage, a dishwasher, lots of cupboard space, a big closet, a small balcony, and a bathroom with a tub and a sink big enough to put things on. It's pretty much everything we've ever dreamed of. And to top it off, we actually live near two friends: Sera and Ed. Granted, we used to live almost as close to Ed, just in the other direction. Sera, on the other hand, is across the street.

In still other news, my birthday is this month, and I don't really care. I'll throw a wild party, yes, but I'm mostly uninterested in celebrating. August is irritating to me because there are like 16 birthdays and therefore like 16 parties that we have to attend. By the time mine rolls around, it's practically September and I mostly wish I was dead. Mostly.

I wanted to add this, because of a post on Sera's site that reminded me that the Western Addition is the deadliest neighborhood in the city (SF Chronicle, 8/5/05)