What a long and exhausting day. I was up late partying as usual with the girls and had to leave because one of my girls decided to bring a drunk idiot home with her and ends up being extremely racist.... Me being the proud Mexican/ Irish American I am got offended at all the spick remarks and ingenious cleverness of this guys ability to make me feel like shit. Its not the first time but I still always hate the feeling of someone thinking I am lesser of a person that them due to their hate..... still doesnt make it easier though, fuckin lame. However I did hear one of my favorite mix breed witty remarks tonight, oh, its okay, your not half bad. WOW. So I feel like shit, but I will never apologize or think I am not amazing because I am chicana, they wish. Its my one favorite parts of my life.
So before that fuckin lame ass redneck banter I actually got off work at the bar and went to work for the magazine, get this...I got to kick it with Tito Ortiz, my favorite fighter EVER at the fight I was photographing for my assignment. I love my life, I have the two coolest jobs ever, goddamn. Seriously. I could have gone in the mens locker room if I felt the urge with the press pass I had tonight. Hell yes, I was so happy. The fights were okay, but still so fun. They put the wrong guys together a couple times where there was one punk and the wimpy guy gets knocked out in the front end of the first round. But there was a gnarly chick match, man those girls were tough! Mental note of two chicks to never start a bar fight with if I see em out! Any way I now have a picture on my wall of Tito that says my name and your neat, love Tito on it. Oh yeah I thought that was so cute the tough crush told me I was neat. I gotta hang out with him while he was signing autographs.... sigh.....
10-4 T.Z.
So before that fuckin lame ass redneck banter I actually got off work at the bar and went to work for the magazine, get this...I got to kick it with Tito Ortiz, my favorite fighter EVER at the fight I was photographing for my assignment. I love my life, I have the two coolest jobs ever, goddamn. Seriously. I could have gone in the mens locker room if I felt the urge with the press pass I had tonight. Hell yes, I was so happy. The fights were okay, but still so fun. They put the wrong guys together a couple times where there was one punk and the wimpy guy gets knocked out in the front end of the first round. But there was a gnarly chick match, man those girls were tough! Mental note of two chicks to never start a bar fight with if I see em out! Any way I now have a picture on my wall of Tito that says my name and your neat, love Tito on it. Oh yeah I thought that was so cute the tough crush told me I was neat. I gotta hang out with him while he was signing autographs.... sigh.....
10-4 T.Z.
You just got to hang out with Tito Ortiz! That douche bag probably won't ever get to do anything that cool, or even have the ability to properly enjoy it if he did.