I had two random public sex/nudity sightings in one week!

Yesterday, I was on the freeway and a rowdy group of teenage girls we're flashing their tits through their sunroof. A couple of days before that, I was on my way home from work, at a stoplight. I looked to my left and thought I saw a dog on the drivers lap. I quickly realized it was blonde head bobbing up and down. She was giving him a blowjob! Ah, it was great. I made sure to make eye contact with her when sat up and looked over at me.

Ah, youth...

ME:
I'm a total bitch, I say crazy shit, I dress like a slut, I flirt with everyone in sight, and I just took a Valium!!!

DBOY: (at work)
Um, let me take you off speakerphone.

I am a control-freak with anger management issues.

Ah, the insanity...

Photography isn't even photgraphy anymore!

Does anybody know (because so many people read my journal) why in my Internet Explorer Favorites list, the icon next to each favorite is only displayed arbitrarily? Take Suicide Girls, for example. Today, the "S" with a pink background is displayed next to this favorite. However, yesterday is just had the plain old IE icon next to it. Same with Craigslist. Sometimes, when I go to favorites, Craigslist has a peace sign icon next to it. But right now it's just the boring old IE icon. Strange.

I got totally wasted and made an ass of myself tonight. I am so fucking wasted that I will still be drunk at 6:00am when I get up to go to work. I got in a drunken argument with a bicycle taxi. The fucker tried to tell me that Old Town was 10 miles away from downtown when it's only three miles. So, not only was he lying to me; he was trying to charge more! I told the fucker to fuck off. Fucking fuck. Anyways, it caused too much trouble and ruined an otherwise perfect night. Oh well. At least I got to flash my tits five times or so.

I can't believe how many people at work have actually given up habits (sins) for Lent. One gentleman had to refuse cake (it's always somebody's fucking birthday) and another woman has given up shopping. It trips me out when they tell me this shit. I mean, are they serious, or is this just a company trend, kind of like using the words "caveat" or "robust"? Freaks, every last one of them.

I haven't had a cigarette in over three months, though I think about it every day.

I'm going to finish watching the "Up" series tonight. It's a cool set of documentary films that follows the lives of a handful of people in England. They shoot a film every seven years, starting with the children at age 7. So we see these people interviewed every seven years, and watch them grow up. The first one was shot in the early-mid 60's. The last one made was when they were 42 years old. I believe that a new one should come out this year or next and they'll be 49. Anyway, it's cool.

I think I'll play a game of Literati now.

Why can't I read a thread here without all this stupid elitist bullshit I have to page through? It's insane. Here's my summary of the threads I come across:

Someone starts a thread.
People respond with helpful advice or they post pics.
Then, someone, usually an SG, but sometimes just an elite member of the SG world, responds with disdain and berates original poster.
All posters now post and agree with above mentioned response and thread dies.

You see, I was always more into the idea of original thought.

Now, I understand that there are lame threads started, and that it's annoying, especially considering the frequency. But sometimes people are so unnecessarily rude. And while sometimes this brash behavior is entertaining, sometimes it's disturbing too.

Also, I think it's funny that there are supposed to be these strict rules about how we aren't to disrespect one another on the boards, but how much more lenient they are with the SGs. I guess it makes sense, as they do have a business relationship and therefore a loyalty. However, the SGs should lead by example with not only their beauty, but their kindness as well.

It's funny that I wrote this because I am super mean all the time. Or is that obvious in this journal entry? Who knows.

Damn I love this poem...

"You Bring Out the Mexican in Me" by Sandra Cisneros

You bring out the Mexican in me.
The hunkered thick dark spiral.
The core of a heart howl.
The bitter bile.
The tequila lágrimas on Saturday all
through the next weekend Sunday.
You are the one I'd let go the other loves for,
surrender my one-woman house.
Allow you red wine in bed,
even with my vintage lace linens.
Maybe. Maybe

For you.

You bring out the Dolores del Río in me.
The Mexican spitfire in me.
The raw navajas, glint and passion in me.
The raise Cain and dance with the rooster-footed devil in me.
The spangled sequin in me.
The eagle and serpent in me.
The mariachi trumpets of the blood in me.
The Aztec love of war in me.
The fierce obsidian of the tongue in me.
The berrinchuda, bien-cabrona, in me.
The Pandora's curiosity in me.
The pre-Columbian death and destruction in me.
The rainforest disaster, nuclear threat in me.
The fear of fascists in me.
Yes, you do. Yes, you do.

You bring out the colonizer in me.
The holocaust of desire in me.
The Mexico City '85 earthquake in me.
The Popocatepetl/Ixtaccíhuatl in me.
The tidal wave of recession in me.
The Agustín Lara hopeless romantic in me.
The barbacoa taquitos on Sunday in me.
The cover the mirrors with cloth in me.

Sweet twin. My wicked other,
I am the memory that circles your bed nights,
that tugs you taut as moon tugs ocean.
I claim you all mine,
arrogant as Manifest Destiny.
I want to rattle and rent you in two.
I want to defile you and raise hell.
I want to pull out the kitchen knives,
dull and sharp, and whisk the air with crosses.
Me sacas lo mexicana en mi,
like it or not, honey.

You bring out the Uled-Nayl in me.
The stand-back-white-bitch in me.
The switchblade in the boot in me.
The Acapulco cliff diver in me.
The Flecha Roja mountain disaster in me.
The dengue fever in me.
The ¡Alarma! murderess in me.
I could kill in the name of you and think
it worth it. Brandish a fork and terrorize rivals,
female and male, who loiter and look at you,
languid in your light. Oh,

I am evil. I am the filth goddess Tlazoltéotl.
I am the swallower of sins.
The delicious debauchery. You bring out
the primoridal exquisiteness in me.
The nasty obsession in me.
The corporal and venial sin in me.
The original transgression in me.

Red ocher. Yellow ocher. Indigo. Cochineal.
Piñón. Copal. Sweetgrass. Myrrh.
All you saints, blessed and terrible.
Virgen de Guadalupe, diosa Coatlicue,
I invoke you.

Quiero ser tuya. Only yours. Only you.
Quiero amarte. Atarte. Amarrate.
Love the way a Mexican woman loves.
Let me show you. Love the only way I know how.