Piss.

Guess where I am? Yes, kids, I am still in San Francisco. Why, you ask? I missed my fucking trainy thing. So, yeah. Here I am. Which is cool!

skyeathena is asleep now, cos she worked last night at her job, and then we had to go to the train shuttle stop, so she stayed awake, and then she had to be back at work at 10.00 am. But, the best part is . . . she just sort of woke up and rolled over, and asked, "Did I just curl my tea?"

It took all I had not to piss myself laughing.

We saw a bloody screwdriver mangled in the street. Not bloody like, 'oh, Sonja's English' bloody, but it had blood on it. Weird.

And I feel dizzy and strange. I hope I don't die. I'm pissing off now cos you lot don't love me. (insert cheeky grin)

So.

Penis umbrellas.

Courtyards.

Cablecars.

and The Crookedest Street in the World.