Psuedostoops - Part II - Questions 2-5 Answered

In case you missed it, here's what's going on. Now that we've gotten the legal crap out of the way, on to more exciting things.

2. What is your biggest vice?
Does bottled water count? No? Okay, then Chapstick. I keep one on my nighttable, one in my wallet, another in my jacket, and when I’m working, one in my desk drawer. When I had a car, one was kept there too.

3. The saga of Steamroller was hilarious, if excruciating, to read about. Trixie sounds awesome. If you were forced to move again for some reason beyond your control, would you rather live on your own or roll the dice with a roommate to keep things interesting (assuming you could afford to make either choice)?
The reason I have a roommate is to keep the cost of rent down, not to meet new people. If I get to the point that I can afford it, you bet I’ll live on my own, with just a dog for a roommate. Trixie and I will probably move to a new place together, unless one of us decides to move in with a potential husband.

4. I’ve always been a yoga dabbler, mostly because I, too, dislike the “oms” and the “namastes” and naptime. Has that stuff come to have any more appeal as you’ve continued to practice? Do you plan to keep up with the yoga anyway?

I decided to do yoga because I needed the discipline of a class, and it’s the closest thing to my home that gives me the most classes for the least amount of money. I signed up for a 90 day program which ends soon. Golden Boy is very encouraging of my being healthy and losing weight, and has hinted he might pay for another 90 days. So I’ll probably sign on for another tour. If I had the balls, I’d walk out when naptime starts, but I don’t. But I do still think it’s all bullshit. Even though I can do stuff I couldn’t do before.

5. How did you choose San Francisco? Any other places you’d like to try to live?

I kind of feel like San Francisco chose me. Golden Boy was living here at the time. I had been at my job in Florida for a year, and was beyond unhappy. I’d been living in the same apartment for four years and was about to move. The job I had at the time was slowly sucking away my will to live. To say I was miserable would be an understatement.

Golden Boy encouraged me to come out here for a vacation. Before leaving, I found an apartment in Boca Raton that I didn’t really like, but would do. I lied to the leasing agent and told her I’d come by to drop off a non-refundable fee to hold an apartment, knowing full well that I wasn’t going to do that before flying to SF, in case I wound up moving here. About a week before leaving for my vacation, I started sending my resume all over the SF Financial District. Upon arrival, there were interviews. There was a lot of calling my brother crying while I stood in the middle of the city, completely lost and unsure how to get to interviews. E-mail me for his work number – that boy can get you anywhere! There was climbing to the top of Mount Tam. There was an Oakland A’s game. There was dinner at a friend’s North Beach apartment. Ultimately, I called my boss in Florida to give notice – from Fisherman’s Wharf.

If Golden Boy hadn’t lived here, I NEVER would have moved across the country. While I had been considering leaving Florida, it had been a toss-up between D.C. and Boston – the West Coast was not at all in the equation. Despite all the bitching, I’m really happy here. You may have noticed that it takes me a long time to find my way around. Three years in and I still get lost easily. Though I’ve figured out that if I had a car I’d know the city much better, much faster. Anyway, I’m in no rush to try living anywhere else – it takes a lot out of me to adjust to new things. I had some serious culture shock moving out here. So for now, I’m good thanks.