today i learned that the son of the drummer for my life with the thrill kill kult is a barista at my favorite starbucks. needless to say i gave him my card.
unrelated, but related because i'm still at starbucks: i just farted.
and well i tend to pick various spots around SF to work depending on the day and where i feel like taking my morning exercise walk. forest hill is just one of my fave parts of the city and two of my friends live out there and that starbucks staff really loves me and hooks me up with free shit a lot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯