jeffrey + upstairsloft

The folks upstairs, three asian dudes that go to USF and a chick who can speak French, have some weird tendencies. How hard is it to take out the lint out of the lint trap? That’s not too big of a deal. But how hard is it not to spill liquid detergent all over the washer and the floor, more than three times in the past month? It’s sticky. That’s gross. And twice in the past two weeks I went out there with Windex and paper towels to unsticky the top of the washer.

Oh, and I can’t forget to mention the dude who hella stomps up the stairs like he has metal legs he can’t bend. When he’s doing laundry, he gets out from their apartment’s back door and stomps his way up and down the stairs, whether it’s 1PM or 1AM.

I’m not too annoyed and I don’t think they’re retarded but it makes me question how clueless people can be. It’s like the oblivious old Asian chick who cuts in front of you in line to the register and she has no clue and you just kind of stand there, scratching your head.

I just figure they have YSS. Youngest Sibling Syndrome. You know, the whole deal where they’re probably good at math, science and all of that scholastic stuff, but when it comes down to common sense, they just simply lack it. Oh, and sometimes they lose socks when their laundry is in transit from the washer to the dryer, which are positioned side-by-side; nobody claims it so I end up tossing them on trash day.

Girls’ hormones are crazy, especially when they say things that make you question your role in the relationship. It feels like failure.

Today was Loomis Group’s holiday party at the soon-to-open Epic Roast House along the Embarcadero, just underneath the Bay Bridge. With whores derves like caviar and shrimp this and caveet that, Jeff had to bring the ghetto. Okay. Not really. But it was nice. It was definitely awesome to be one one a few groups to eat at this joint before anybody else did. It makes peasants like myself feel special. But what was more awesome was free finger foods and free drinks and drunk co-workers. This isn’t the first time I got drunk with co-workers but this is the first time I’ve been with all my co-workers (designers, account execs, PR, etc) and a load of free alcohol. It was great.

How about that ride home? Just a bus ride away for 20 minutes from the Embarcadero to 2nd Avenue and bam. I love it. This is the life. Kate, San Francisco and the hunger to just simply experience good fucking times.

Time to eat my pizza. Thin slices of duck meat, gizzard (chicken’s upper intestine?) and little black fish eggs spread over thin, crunchy bread doesn’t cut it for me.

OMG. Heath Ledger is dead. That gives me the shivers. Prayers to everybody close to him. Another sad Hollywood story. Geez.

Your Mac laptop is ancient when it doesn’t fit in an envelope. This is getting ridiculous. My friend Jay just informed me that iPhones now come equipped with a 4-speed blender, it does your dry-clean and it comes with The Filipino Channel. I’m not impressed. I’m still waiting for Apple to release an iPhone that can shave my 8th grader mustache.

I work near a Sharper Image flagship store in SF, which is right across The Gap building. I wonder if I’d freak them out if I paid them a visit every time I step out for lunch so I can sit in that chair for 15 minutes. New Year’s resolution: make friends with the people at Sharper Image.

No lie. I have at least a dozen knots in my back and neck. Every night, Kate is sweet enough to knead them out. It doesn’t really do much but trick my mind into feeling relieved. It’s disgusting. It feels like hard, tumorous tissue balled up in my back and neck.

I haven’t seen a mall in its regular state, without the crazy holiday shoppers, in ages. So Jun and I took a stroll to Valley Fair so I can cop another pair of Vans and walk off our hangovers from the night before (4 people and 4 bottles of wine can do the trick; all that sugary alcohol is just a formula for a hangover).

Anyhow, I fell in love. I sat in some $4,800 massage chair at Sharper Image. It kneaded every sweet spot. I was in the land of orgasmatron. Not really but it felt so relieving. With the Swedish setting, it was trying to undo each knot with an intense deep tissue massage. It was great. While Jun rocked out on Guitar Hero III, I sat in a chair for 15 minutes, in heaven. Panasonic Real Pro Ultra Total Body Massage Lounger model# PA877BLK, I love you.

I guess I don’t have to be so secretive anymore. Holler.
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On Fridays, Kate commutes with me to work so we can have breakfast. We eat at the studio and she takes the bus right outside the building. But today is a much different day from those cold and sunny San Francisco mornings. Today’s winds are just at 50mph and it’s raining moose and cow. And I walk about a half mile from the bus stop to work since I’m too impatient to catch another line that’ll drive me down the Embarcadero, especially if it’s only a half mile walk. But today’s half mile walk seemed stretched. Those 6 blocks felt like they doubled on me today.

In between bursts of hard rain and wind, we stayed posted to the side of downtown skyscrapers when the wind and rain were too much too handle. We were in the company some FiDi businesspeople who couldn’t bear it either. I’ve seen at least 10 people’s umbrellas break on them–even those durable, double-layered ones. Umbrellas only magnified the situation.

I eventually gave up on the umbrella and just took it head on, hoping my beanie and thick jacket would protect me from getting sick. Of course this means I got drenched. My jeans, chucks and socks are soaked. Right now I have my desklamp on the floor, using its hot ass halogen power to dry my shoes and socks.

Anyhow, today’s word of the day: Fuck _______.

Some things people have yelled or muttered as they walked into the studio were:
Fuck umbrellas.
Fuck this rain.
Fuck my pants are soak.
Fuck it’s crazy ourside.
And I’m quite sure I heard somebody mutter Fuck Linsday Lohan. No lie.

I’m buying galoshes and a raincoat. On days like this, I’m suiting up like Paddington Bear.

The future misses and I went on a date today. We normally don’t remember our monthiversary things but we did today and it was awesome. After work, we met up at a Japanese restaurant in Japantown, Mifune Don Restaurant. We finally caught Juno at the nearby cinema.

It’s great to set a date in this city. There’s so much shit to do. Plus the food was great and the theater was clean (and they exercise reserves seating?!) but it was cold.

Juno is great. I love how it’s 9:30 and the bus is still jampacked. I love how if Kate and I didn’t share a crepe, we probably would have went out some more for a drink near the apartment. I ain’t ever moving from here (unless NYC presents itself to us).

Correction. The theater was not only clean; it was upscale (Kate). Oh, and not only is is our 6.5 year anniversary, I’ve been working at Loomis Group for three months now. Holler.