Dear the economy,

I work only three hours this week. sweet. thanks.

You suck,
no love at all,
Pearl.

Dear Disneyland,

I am always so baffled whenever I spend the day here. For whatever reason the Happiest Place On Earth tends to attract the most random assortment of people eva. Of all places I love to people watch, Disneyland is by far the most intriguing. Today I witnessed an array of mullets. From men to women, some straight to super curly, one solid gray, one middle aged male with distinct blonde high lights on his long dark brown locks. In total, I kid you not, I saw at least ten. Granted, about half way through my day I was seeking them out, but come on, I didn't have to look far nor wide. I thought the mullet was a figment of the past, something that died in the early 1990's. Little did I know, the mullet is alive and well in the lands of Disney.
Another crowd that I just don't understand the Disney connection between is the younger angry punk situation. They are everywhere. Or at least it felt that way. Kids between the ages of 11-15 dressed in all black, with central lip piercings, depressing iron on patches, hot topic checkered belts, and rocking the Nightmare Before Christmas attire they just purchased in front of the Haunted House Manson. I thought Disney was happy and stuff, but these kids are ragging with preteen hormones and have a really bad attitude. (cutting lines, i fucking saw it. that shit ain't cool.) I gave this lame line cutters group of four kids the angriest death stare I conjure up in that moment. And I fucking meant it.
I'm not even going to go into the amount of gang members i saw. Fuck dude, you keep your scary, pulsating spider neck tattoos at home. And not distract me from my awful $12 burger.

Anywho...Good times with the family today. I'd like to make a big holla to Walt Disney for letting people of all backgrounds and whatever come together to enjoy a day line waiting, gross food, and expensive paraphernalia that I absolutely must have and will never like when I get home.

You're the best. Till the next time more of my foreign family visits,
Love
Me.

Dear San Francisco,

I'm crazy about you. I really couldn't love living here more. I love how this city just kind'a has something for everyone. Whatever a persons style or situation, this city is big enough to handle it all. But I guess, what I personally love about San Francisco is the freedom of expression. I'm really into all the graffiti and in particular the stencil artwork done by spray paint. I've been taking long walks threw different districts to find as many as possible. Why? I have no idea, I just think there awesome. I'd never seen one before I moved to The City, but now I can't get enough.
Here is just few from my collection of many. Enjoy.





Love,
forever and always,
Me.

Dear Barack Obama,

If you don't win presidency I am going to cry. You are truly an amazing person and America would be lucky to have you as their president. I find your speeches very moving and I know that you have big plans for this country that will benefit any person willing to get over the fact that you're black, who fucking cares? If I could actually vote, Obama baby, you'd have my vote any day.
But, the reason for the post is not to bring up your obvious greatness, but more so, when I was at the Folsom Street Fair on Sunday, September 28th, 2008.....I came across an Obama dildo. For sale. For people to buy. It's real, oh yes. A president--in dildo form. Silver or gold, I just don't know how a person could ever decide. Wow. Yeah, so vote Obama!!!

You're great.
Love you bitch,
Pearl.

Dear Clay Aiken,

I KNEWWWW ITTTTT!!!!! Congrats on coming out of the closest. It really could not of been more obvious, you act gayer then Elton John. The amount of times I told everyone that you were a total fag, countless my friend. I honestly couldn't be more excited for you. I think this is a great time to come out for all those that are still hiding in that little closet of fear. You go Clayton, girl you’re the shit.

Love a fellow queer,
Pearl.



blonde tips? perfect eyebrows? is that pink i see on your shirt? Clay baby, you gave yourself away forever ago.

Dear soulseek,

Wow. Since the moment I downloaded you onto my computer I've been obsessing over all the albums I've been meaning to listen to. I think the most exciting part to downloading all this music illegally, is that I can do it by complete albums! Beyond convenient. If I wasn't already having a hard enough time focusing on doing homework, now I have no motive at all. So far I've downloaded:

a. death cab's new cd
b. dj shadow - the private press
c. some ella frizgerald. (just cuz)
d. feist - open season
e. girl talk x's three.
f. hercules and love affair
g. the kills - midnight boom (lovin' it)
h. lil wayne - tha carter III (obsessed)
i. mgmt
j. rilo kiley - ep. (finalllllyyyy)
k. santogold
l. she & him!!! <3<3<3
m. the watson twins
n. thom yorke - the eraser.

Just to name a good few.
Butttt. Hmmm yeah. Soulseek rocks. Download that shit and have no life like myself. Let me know if you have some recommendations.
Peace out
Some extra hot sweet lovin',
Pearl.

Dear Hayes Valley,

You are undoubtedly my favorite district in San Francisco. Over the last three years I have explored much of the city and gone out of my way to find new neighborhoods to play in. HV has a plethora of fun boutiques, beautiful galleries, great bookstores, fabulous coffee shops and plus, the awesome bar Marlena's. (Which I've actually only been to one time, but SUCH a great night.)
I'm completely obsessed with the cute park in the center of Hayes Valley on Octavia. Several times I've sat here just to people watch and to ponder. The kids are all having so much fun, running around screaming, playing and being silly. People nonchalantly walking their dogs and couples holding hands. The location is a jackpot. You're walking distance from downtown and a $5 cab ride to mission.
I quite possibly couldn't be more in love with this place. I would be a lucky girl to live here.

Hayes Valley, you're a total winner. I can't think of one valid reason not to like you.
Loads of love,
Me.

Dear sunny days,

Now that I have lived in San Francisco for three-freaking-years I have learned to LOVE sunny days. You are far & few between & always appreciated. When skies are blue & there's a few fluffy & healthy clouds, I never want to be cooped inside. I love walking around, discovering new places I've never been before. This city may be small when looked upon by a map, however is jam packed with new & exciting places to: A. eat B. drink coffee && C. spend money I don't have. Oh, city life is great, those sunny days are loved but limited.

I hope that since fall has begun sunny days aren't ova till next year.
Fingers crossed--love,
Me.

Dear Jenny Lewis,

You complete my life. I have been a huge fan of Rilo Kiley since I was a junior in high school; it's been nothing but lovin. I'm so happy that you're coming out with a new album. I was overjoyed to hear all the new things you're trying on Acid Tongue from the myspace.com leak, what a tease. You obviously took all the new ideas from Rilo's last album, Under the Blacklight and incorporated them into the new solo tracks. This CD is a 180 turn away from the other Jenny solo album Rabbit Fur Coat. I mean, not that I wasn't obsessed at the time, its just nice to hear something a little new from you. The new tracks were delightful to listen to and I can't wait to have the CD in my hands, then blaring threw my ipod headphones. It'll be true, true love. I know hearing Trying My Best To Love You live is going to make me cry, I can't wait.
You're great. I hope this is your big break. But, Jenny don't be a sell out. Or I'll hate you forever.

Love,
Me.

Dear Starbucks,

I fucking hate your coffee. I have (somewhat) successfully avoided visiting your establishment for the last six months (with the exception of last weekend with my mother, but i hated it). I think you have the worst coffee ever, and i find it very frustrating that this business has flourished the last eight years. To begin with, the taste. The actual beans are a total joke. Since 2000 Starbucks has claimed to purchase fair trade beans, but this is only 4% true. The entire 96% of the beans they use for espresso and coffee are bought from countries with vast lands with people living in poverty. After being packaged, each bag has an life expectancy sitting on a shelf for at least six months. Ew.
Also, the Ethos waters sold with the understanding of contributing to countries with no clean water. However, Starbucks only gives 5 cents of the $1.80 total cost. Starbucks is a bull shit company, promoting for world improvement, and yet gives less then 1%. As i come to my final point, i think its in particularly lame that Starbucks thrive in cities by buying out any coffee related company. Example, all of southern orange county. Starbucks out bought all the Diedtricks along the coast: San Juan, Mission, and the drive threw in Dana. And now there all just another Starbucks, all of wish have a Starbucks less the 100 feet away.
thats fucked up.


I can think of a thousand other
places to go. You suck
at making coffee,
Love,
Pearl.


EDIT SIX+ MONTHS LATER:
P.S.
If you choose to drink starbucks I will in no way, eva, eva, eva think less of you.