Quiero que me quieras

Last night my injured, gimpy boyfriend and I went to the movies and saw Rudo y Cursi. 

Gael Garcia Bernal is the bite-sized, Mexican Brad Pitt. I enjoyed this movie not only because I was all hopped up onSobe No Fear and fruit roll ups, but also because I enjoy showing off how much Spanish I know (as opposed to my Mexican boyfriend who, despite the oh so popular "Yo quiero Taco Bell" commercials, still asks what quiero means)

My favorite part of the whole movie:

Here I go, here I go, here...I....go....

Blogs are funny. I hate the word "blog." It sounds revolting. Look at me, blogging away.

Summer in SF means that it is 53 degrees, overcast, and misty.

I think I will drive over the bridge and find the sun.