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9-5-10
San Francisco, oh how I hate thee. My life has been on a catastrophic downtown since Friday. First what about me-gate. Then the accident on the 14 that made me two minutes too late for the 5:30 Fly Away. I lucked out in being on the 1st stop, but I had to run to be the last person on the plan. I mean, one minute later and I would have missed it. Then I sit on the plane next to Super PDA Asian Couple. They were hugging and caressing and kissing. The chick would end up leaning on me because for some reason she felt compelled to try to ball up in the seat. Then she started feeling sick and her boyfriend had to ask for water. She was coughing and her nose was running. I was worried she had SARS or Chicken Swine Cow Flu Fever. Then when she finished blowing her nose she stuffed the snotty tissues in the seat back pocket. You nasty bitch! So the ride from the Airport to downtown was cool. Went to Walgreens, bought some pads, which had me like YES! Got to the hotel and checked in early. My room was a hole in the wall, but I figured it would suffice since I THOUGHT I would be out of the room for the most of the time. I had a lovely view of a brick wall, other windows, and a back alley. The window was ideal for committing suicide since there was a surface below all of the windows.
Brother-gate happened so any hopes of kickin it were dashed. I soldiered on alone to be smushed on a cable car back to Market Street. Some old man was way too close up on me. I mean his body was smack dab anchored to my butt. I was so uncomfortable. I decided to go to the mall since it was at my stop. Got my poncho from H&M and went to see Machete. Robert Rodriguez is the shit! The mall was closed so I took a cab back to my hotel to avoid walking at night alone. I took a shower and decided to nod off to Dave Chapelle about 11ish. I wake up at about 12:50 something and my life was irreparably ruined. There were bed bugs on my pillow. One bug was full of blood when I killed it (hope it wasn’t mine) and a small one. Then after I jumped up, stripped naked, unwrapped my weave and scratched all up and through it. I killed the two on the pillow, on eon my t shirt and one on my ear I changed clothes filmed the scene, and then packed up to go downstairs. There were no more rooms available at the hotel so they transferred me to another America’s Best Value Inn. So by 3am I was at a better hotel scratching like a crack head and sleeping in a chair because I was afraid to lie in the bed. The worst part about the 1st hotel is that I never even got under the cover. I just covered up with a blanket I brought. The staffs at the hotels were nice and I got to stay in a king bed suite with a kitchenette at the new hotel with no change in rates.
I now find myself at brainwashed-washing the clothes and blanket I had on me at the time of the happening. I could have been angry at home! The worst part about all of this is that I am alone.
Recapping yesterday, I went to Brenda’s Soul Food and for there to not be a black person working there the grits was the bomb. Had ice cream and chocolate at Ghirardelli’s and rode a cable car.
My mom and her friend are en route to come spend some time with me. I’m telling you, I am, so glad my mom is up here in the bay area this weekend. The best part, well the 2nd best part of this day is when I walked into Brainwashed they were playing Mike. I think I should spend the evening singing and maybe trying to write poems/songs. I like the vibe of San Francisco though; Real city like. And it is seriously full of gay men. I feel out of place over here trying to wash. Oh and San Francisco is a very bike friendly city. Everyone rides bikes here. Oh and Pandora station they have playing here is the shit. You Can’t Touch This! Ooh, and people loves them some dogs. Everybody is walking their dog. Good news is that there is a variety of dogs. Not just little bitch ass ones.
9-6-10
My mom came to my rescue yesterday. She and Mr. Calvin came. We saw sea lions and drove down Lombard St and went to the Golden Gate Bridge. Rather colorful character, that Mr. Calvin. The seafood smelled great although I didn’t get any. For dinner I had horrible McDonalds from a McDonalds that hadn’t been renovated since 1986. It was HUGE! Had an upstairs and everything. Went to sleep in the chair again. Took my cab to the Powell Street Bart Station. Got there and people are lined up outside and the gate was closed. Turns out they were running on a Sunday schedule. There were no signs, posting, NOTHING stating that! I had to catch a $17 hotel airport shuttle when I had a bart pass with like $12 left on it to accommodate my roundtrip to and from the airport. I ended up giving it to a black lady at the airport who was asking for donations to some cause.
I really regret this trip. Good riddance. I’m on the fly away and this Haitian black person from an island ass woman has talked on her cell phone since she got on here. In my mind I envision my evil self pulling off her wig and telling her to shut the fuck up! I feel like pigging out out of emotion. I ain’t even hungry.
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