hi.
i've just discovered naked city. and i am in love.

quietly bowing out now, kids.
it's been a good run.
those of you that i actually like will hear from me. those i don't know where to stick it.
at running the risk of treading over the same old well worn territory, i will say this; for me this started as means to express myself, and at the ripe old age of 19, this seemed the best medium. but times have changed, this place has changed, and i have changed as well. few people caught my references anyway.
i'll keep my email up for a while; saeta_suicide@hotmail.com
here is to another rat, fleeing the sinking ship.
love,
saeta

edit: missy talked me into just going inactive, instead of totally gone. so my page will still be up, but i won't be around for a while. not sure how long yet. so i'll see you kids when i'm in the future. until then, leave me something to come back to.

good lord, kids.
i don't have time or energy to respond to you all individually. so, i hope this will suffice.
since most of you that responded to my last post have never spoken to me before, i understand that you might not really get where i was coming from. which is fine. that being said, it was written as a lark, a joke, just venting of general frustration. so let's all just cool our collective jets and stop taking silly internet blogs so fucking seriously.
thank you. now, here is picture of a baby hippo;

i almost vomited while reading this. when i was 17 i read a book called pink think by lynn peril. it was about how the subjugation of women had changed over time, or more so how it hadn't. in the 1880s we had ladies home journal (a magazine which still exists,) there were the etiquette books of the early 20th century, advertising that screamed for washing machines that could make women's work so much easier. and then for a while things looked better with steinem and faludi. but now yahoo news beckons me to read this bullshit and feminism has become the calling card of sarah jessica parker's fictional frequently fucked vagina. so female empowerment has boiled down to simply a hole in a mattress. while riding the bus, seated next to a girl with french tipped toenails i made a decision. if i go off the deep end while i'm still young and reasonably "attractive" then the plan is simple. i will become a stripper. and during my big stage show, while i'm wrapped in nothing but a trench coat and heels, i will produce from my pockets several small automatic weapons and simply clean house. i will kill indescrimately; frat boys and farm workers, stock brokers and bankers, djs and dim wits, and anyone inbetween. and before the cops roll in, while the music still plays in bar with no living patrons, for however brief the moment, the world will be a brighter place.

south by so fucking what? it's over. stop taking up the good parking and get out of my bars.

happiness is...

good deed of the day;
a little boy wanting a gatoraid came into my store today. he was followed by another boy, who stole his drink while he tried to pay me for it. he got scared and said, "i can't pay for that, i don't have enough money." i said, "it's okay hun, i don't expect you to. go get another one." he did and he brought it to the counter, the other shithead boy came back in. i said, "hey kid you going to pay for that?" he said, "yeah with his money." and i said, "you're going to pay for it with your money, or put it back." the little boy kept his eyes on the floor but started to smile. the shit head kid said, "he'll put it back!" the little boy turned pink, and teared up a little. i said, "no, he won't. you need to put it back, or pay for it. and then get the hell out of my store." the shithead kid put it back and left. the little boy just stood there smiling at me. he said, "he thinks he can be mean to me because his brother is big and in high school." and i said, "i bet i'm bigger than he is." and he laughed. i said, "he gives you any more shit when you're around here, you just come and find me." he told me thanks, and walked out his head high. i felt like a superhero.
saeta suicide; saving the world one lost puppy, or bullied little boy at time.

a new addition to the family. lee's mom found her wandering around in giddings, tx. alone and skinny. we took her in. we named her nimoy.

soy latte and rocking the math class. i'm going to go vote now. today is a good day.