So there has to be an equal complement to San Fransocial. And obviously, it’s San Franantisocial (I would have gone with San Frantisocial but it just doesn’t roll off the tongue right).
So that’s what I’m doing today. I’m at the airport, waiting for ma petite amie to come in, killing a few hours and being San Franantisocial, sitting off in the food court, having some coffee and eating a cold tuna sandwich.
I’m alone and so emo, listening to, gah, Dashboard. Haha!
But that’s ok, y’know, coz, well, I’m actually pretty happy sitting here on my own, writing some things down, catching a break. Being San Fransocial can be pretty tiring too, and last night was no exception. Phew.