Leaving San Francisco
Leisure is nice, but we are a different sort of human. We are possessed. We must go South.
That's Katie there, stealing sand.
Monday, July 23, 2007
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- Back on highway 101
- Coasting through Santa Barbara (239.3G2)
- WorldWideWeb
- Hi, this my blog.
- I was silly to doubt you
- Tanfastic!
- Lonely at the top
- Half-time break
- Leave me bee
- 70
- Apple fritter disguise
- This looks like the place
- Where the hell are we gonna stay?
- Speaking of blind
- At 2 Dog Internet Cafe
- Cayucos
- At last
- I'm not religious
- Depressing
- Fount me some glasses
- Speaking of flat
- Flat out
- The high cost of small cheeses
- Neverending Hill
- Ooh coastline, you so fine!
- Word.
- Big Big Sur, part 2
- Big Big Sur
- In Russia, yogurt eats you!
- You and Me
- Spartans, tonight we dine indoors
- Choke on this
- Now Growing
- Vodka break in Moss Landing
- Cloud Factory
- Here's the people that gather the little red machi...
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- I don't usually follow signs that point uphill...
- Happiness Is A Warm Plug
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- Pigeon Point Lighthouse, Blah, Blah, Blah
- Beer Fund
- Peril
- Leaving San Francisco
- In Descent
- fun with ceiling
- No Breakdancing On Cliff Walls
- It's Potter Time
- SF AfterDinner Peeps
- Hail Satan
- The weight is up.
- I have everything.
- I still don't have my phone
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