Leaving it Behind

Notice the absense of blogging all day? This would be because I went to the city (the term "the city" here means San Francisco) with two of my friends. We left with intentions of going to the museum of modern art, but ended up at the exploratorium. From there we went to Pier 39 and wandered around a bit before heading home. On our way back we stopped in San Rafeal for ice cream. There was this girl at the ice cream place that had a tattoo of a blue house with a W in it on her calf. What would posses someone to put that lame of a tattoo on themselves? I have no clue. One of my friends told the other she'd give her five dollars if she asked the girl what her tattoo meant. So she did. We were laughing histerically. In the end it ended up being a really lame explaination. If I had a tattoo that weird, with that lame of a story I'd definitely make up a story whenever anyone asked me about it. Turned out she had a roomate for two years named Will, hense the house with the W. Riiiiiight. Oh, and Will was a girl. I feel sorry for that kid, must have been teased a lot as a child. I definitely won't be tattooing myself with my roomates initials any time soon...or ever.