To the Brazilians, who don't speak Brazilian

I spent my weekend at work my internship doing something that should have taken just a few hours. But people can't seem to make up their minds so it took all weekend.

I did get to go out with friends on Friday night. Dinner was delicious at a Chinese place on Polk Street. Probably the best Chinese I've had. I can't say the same for the few Bud Lights I had after – I may have to give it up. But the company was amazing. The Brazilians, whom I met in school, have left and gone back to the motherland. They've become some of my favorite people and the few friends I had in San Francisco. Unless of course you count itchy crotch boy and one of the blonde Trifecta from school. Cause I don't.

I'm sad. But hopeful I hear from them again.
"Whatever. Chill out dude."