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San Francisco opened wide her arms to me.

It was lovely.

I did a few things San Franciscan today–rode the BART, 16th and Mission looking sexy as always!

I remember the first time I got off the BART at 16th and Mission, oh what a different experience.

Well, not much of a different experience, but I suppose I could just say a different perspective.

I pretty much flagged a cab as soon as I could and got the hell out of there.  And it was broad daylight in the middle of the afternoon, mid-week.

God only knows what my reaction would have been on a Friday night.

Now, eh, it’s just the 16th Street dirty old Mission BART stop.  A little crack here, a little crack there, a very very very heavy prostitute who was so fucked up her skirt was up around her waist and her panties were all up her bum, plaid orange and purple, and there was some cellulite happening all around.  SEXY.

Welcome home!

There was some one pissing against the trash barrel and some one doing the soft-shoe crack crab shuffle.

You know the one, where the ground is just really intensely interesting, like did some one, please Jesus, please, drop a rock on the ground.  If so, I will gladly clean up that litter.

I hopped on my bike and went toward 17th street, to hit yet another iconic, San Franciscan treat.

Good Vibes.

Yes, that is right, I broke my fucking vibrator.

Damn Gina.

It was old any how, it had not lasted as long as I would have liked, but hey, I got a decent pay check, I can splurge a little.  And I made sure to pay off my student loan for the month and set some money into my savings account.

As my next check will be negligible.

Negligible.

I was down South and missed five days of work.

Although my mom did stick some folded walk about money in my pocket before I got on the plane!

Thanks mom!

That is groceries for the next two weeks.

Seriously.

Which was another stop I made in my San Francisco meanders–Rainbow.  I got me some Almond milk, some organic plums, some new crop organic Gravenstein apples, some Judy’s large organic brown eggs, a couple of Japanese sweet potatoes and some Nancy’s organic non-fat plain yogurt.

Deliciousness!

I just finished up a bowl of chopped apples with sea salt and fresh grated nutmeg, cinnamon, ginger, and a plum with a snick of yogurt.

I love a late night snack right before I do my blog.  And a nice big mug of tea.

Makes the words come out happy.

I also went to Body Manipulations–the oldest piercing shop in the city.  Spectacular.  I had my nose ring clipped down and re-adjusted.

So glad I finally did this, it has been bugging the high holy hell out of me for months now, it constantly slips and it looks like I have a wee silver booger on the rim of my nose.

Totally distracting.

Rainbow.

Check.

Body Manipulations.

Check.

Good Vibrations.

Check.

Afternoon sexy sexy?

Check.

That’s right, mama, welcome back to the city that says, nice to see you, now let’s get some.

Ahhhhhhh.

Perfect way to come home.

Then to top the tryst, yes, that’s right, Chinese food!

Let me say it again.

Ahhhhhhh.

I got some good steamed brown rice and broccoli and shrimp and a pot of green tea.

Afterwards I went to a cafe that was not the drive through at a Dunkin Donuts, I thought he was kidding when he said you wanna Dunkin Donuts, he was not kidding.

Not that it was bad, mind you, it was just laced with the smell of donuts, which is not how I roll anymore.

I met with my lady bug and we had us a damn good chat about taking care of ourselves and what that means and how it looks.

Awesomeness.

Then I saw a whole posse of my friends at Our Lady of SafeWay.

If you don’t know what that means, don’t worry.

If you do, you know I was right at home.

After I checked in with my people I did what San Franciscans do oh so well.

I got on my fixed geared bike and I ran some red lights.

Not too many, I don’t want to die before I go to Paris, just enough to get me to the BART on time so that I could make it back to Fruitvale, Graceland, and all things house sitting.

It is nice to be back and it is awesome that I gave myself the day off.

I am so stubborn about working myself to the bone that I forget that there has never been a person on their death-bed who says, gee, I wish I had worked some more.

Nope, I don’t believe there’s a one.

My name may be now officially added to that list.

Not to say that I am not ready to go back to work, I am, in fact I almost went by the bike shop to say hey to Carlos today, but I figured I would get sucked in and there’s time enough for that tomorrow.

Tonight, I still have a few minutes to unwind and get ready for the week.

My one day work week.

Ha.

I am only scheduled tomorrow–Saturday–then I have Sunday, Monday off, which are my normally scheduled days off.

I think I can handle that.

Man, coming home should always be this lovely.

Always.

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