Motherf-er

So I just got back from the most amazing thing. Alcatraz Island. It's a small island in the middle of the bay, just a mile and a half from San Francisco. It used to be a prison on this giant rock. A prison where notorious criminals or escapers were sent. It's also a beautiful island, despite the horror stories I hear today.

So yeah, it was a good day. Then I got a phone call from my host telling me that I have to find another place to stay tonight.

- Hi, did you get my text? My friends are coming over tonight, so can you find somewhere else to stay for the rest of your trip here?
- Oh, yeah, sure... I could do that. (As if it's THAT easy)
- Okay, cool. See you later then.
- Eh, yeah. (Motherfucker)

We even talked about that he would give me at least a day before he kicked me out. What to do. I just called I guy that offered his couch the same day I ''moved in'' to this guys house. So I have another home in two hours. But no, usually it's not that easy, so I'm a lucky girl today.


Now I'm gonna go on a bike to Dolores Park and hang out with a bunch of gay people. In all its meaning!