A good friend of mine visited from Detroit last week, and she brought along her kid. What a pair those two are, I swear. Most of the time, I thought "Wow, I wouldn't mind having a kid someday." Although some times I thought "Holy friggamoley, where'd the drama llama come from?!" Overall, it was a great time for the three of us. I can't believe they had never been to SF before! Although we couldn't do as much as I had planned... see, my friend - let's call her "Phi Phi" - occasionally gets seasick, is afraid of heights and hates the cold. Thankfully, it was around 70 their entire stay, no bridge crossing occurred and Alcatraz wasn't on the agenda.
However, I did fuck with her head once... I was driving up Lombard to get to the silliness that is its super curvy end and she remarked that "I'm glad I'm not driving... I'd be scared from the steepness of the hills." That's when I took my foot off of the accelerator and said "uh oh, the brakes just gave out!" The momentum of the car continued upward a couple more feet and then we began to slowly go backwards. Her eyes... HAHAHAHA She had the look of a cracked-out pug. 
Her kid laughed along with me when she started panicking. No worries, the whole trick lasted only 5 seconds.
Now that the fun's over for now, it's back to work for me. I haven't been this focused to get my paper in a long while. Perchance it correlates with my new found structure, i.e. performing daily tasks, exercising everyday a few hours, cock push-ups, etc. Plus, I HATE BEING POOR.
Ladies don't like bustahs. 
also, you should be proud to be vivid aproved!