http://funfever.blogspot.com/2007/11/taiwans-modern-toilet-restaurant.html
Thank you "Fun Fever" for your most awesome blog. Now when I plan my next vacation, I will be sure to consider the feces ice cream...or the next time i take a shit.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Would you like to eat ice cream shaped like feces?
Well now you can!
http://funfever.blogspot.com/2007/11/taiwans-modern-toilet-restaurant.html
Thank you "Fun Fever" for your most awesome blog. Now when I plan my next vacation, I will be sure to consider the feces ice cream...or the next time i take a shit.
http://funfever.blogspot.com/2007/11/taiwans-modern-toilet-restaurant.html
Thank you "Fun Fever" for your most awesome blog. Now when I plan my next vacation, I will be sure to consider the feces ice cream...or the next time i take a shit.
Gwen Stefani 2008: Still a Crackwhore
Ok fine so gwen stefani is still a dumb blonde, speaky voiced, japanese anime-loving freakazoid... BUT HER BEATS ARE STILL GREAT.
She also has little japanese girls bound to her every will. It's a part of her evil plan to someday rule japan...
PlAN LAMB: "LETS ALL MAKE BOOTY(LOVE)" GIANT JAPANESE DOLL ORGY!(in costume).
She also has little japanese girls bound to her every will. It's a part of her evil plan to someday rule japan...PlAN LAMB: "LETS ALL MAKE BOOTY(LOVE)" GIANT JAPANESE DOLL ORGY!(in costume).
gwen you sick bastard.
I don't know how I feel about having a dumb white girl being the ruler of my country. Oh wait, I do know how I feel:
DAMN YOU PHOTOSHOPPED GENIUSTHZ G.W. BUSH!
Fuckin A. Who the hell has the time to do shit like that? YOU SICK SICK BASTARDS.
I don't know how I feel about having a dumb white girl being the ruler of my country. Oh wait, I do know how I feel:
DAMN YOU PHOTOSHOPPED GENIUSTHZ G.W. BUSH!
Fuckin A. Who the hell has the time to do shit like that? YOU SICK SICK BASTARDS.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Life with Lyme.
Yes it is true. I have lyme disease, a fact that was known even before my doctor finally made it official. Anyway, so i've been insanely tired over the past few days(hence why my blog hasn't been updated). Therefore, I am going to do short recaps of my weeks with everything fun, exciting, shitty, and whatever else that happened to me. As of now, I am listening to some old school r&b and it's taking me back a little so ima jam to this before i continue my post. I can't blog properly when there's good music in the air.
Joe: I wanna know
ok it's done, now gwen stefani: luxurious is playing. despite her pathetic lyrics and her crazy crackwhore japanese anime phase, her beats are fucking great. Anyway, last time i posted was about little miss sunshine's inability to lie online and her predictable gullible nature. Ever since then, she's been trying to lie to me...and she hasn't succeeded in doing so. She's been trying so hard, i've given up trying to make a joke out of it. Honestly miss sunshine, it's getting a little old. You aren't funny and sometimes, you're a bit annoying. This is blog right? I can say whatever I want. She doesn't read it anyway. Sometimes she takes the joke so far, it doesn't even make sense anymore. She doesn't even make sense as a person. Dumbass bitch.
HAHA. just kidding. miss sunshine.
Work has been whatever. That's exactly how my attitude has been towards work. It's work, it's money, whatever. I suck it up despite the fact that I'm dying of exhaustion due to the lyme disease eating me from the inside out. My body aches, and my head hurts. I can barely keep my eyes open and it is a pain to move any part of my body. So imagine looking after 16 little children with the incapability of functioning like a real human being. All I can do is yell across the room for the little bastards to stop running around in circles. But hey, like I said, it's work, whatever.
There were some good parts to it though. Number one: free food(always a plus). Number two: free swim and number three: "Legos are Alive. I hear them in my head" I can be the most miserable mother fucker but if a kid came up to me to tell me the greatest secret of all the great secrets in the world and it was that legos are alive then I can't complain. I think that has to be one of the best quotes I've heard throughout my time at the camp. It isn't the funniest though, this one is:
Kid: Quan where does rain come from?
Me: I don't know like clouds..like sky..like...
Kid: DOES RAIN COME FROM GOD'S TEARS?
Me:.................YES.
Counselor2: Yeah, it could be his pee too.
Me: Yah so you better stop eating the rain.
I think I died a billion times inside when he said that. The funniest part is that he looks like this:
NOW HOW COULD YOU HATE A FACE LIKE THAT?
So other than camp, i've been hangin out with bumpkinz, crackwhore, and sunshinez. We've been goin to lank monster USA for some free noodles and rock band. Three words to describe the event:
BOSTON STREETS SUCK.
Tell me why driving around boston is impossible? Well, not impossible but when google maps and sunshinez ghetto ass GPS doesn't work, IT IS. We were tryin to get to lank monster USA for like two goddamn hours. I wanted to give up so badly but the noodles and rock band temptation was overcoming my frustration. I wasted..10 dollars of gas! 10 DOLLARS! Do you know how much fucking gas that is? That's like..so much gas. Anyway, it was me and sunshinez and we were literal circling around boston before we finally got to around the area we needed to go to and realized...that lank monster's street was around the corner. I was so pissed. Also, fucking bostonians with their fancy landrovers and god knows what car that eats up 100 dollars worth of gas money are the rudest son of bitches on the road. I'm like clearly a confused little asian girl trying to navigate my small little asian car to somewhere recognizable and people just aren't nice! It's like, what's it to you if you let me sneak into your lane? It's worse if you didn't let me sneak in and I thought you were and we crashed. That'd be you're fucking fault for giving me bitch ass ness.
So we get there and we eat noodles and I was forever grateful and content. I played rock band and to my surprise, crackwhore enjoyed it as much as I did. Rock band, guitar hero, DDR, all those match the colors, follow the beat, get more songs, body aching, eye bleeding games are just so fricken addicting. You just want to keep matching more accurately than the last time, beat levels and unlock more songs to start the torture all over again. For some reason, there's some satisfaction in unlocking more stuff and beating levels. It's kind of like an accomplishment...well more so an addiction than an accomplishment but we do like to feel accomplished than admit that we're addicted to rock band, guitar hero, and ddr.
Joe: I wanna know
ok it's done, now gwen stefani: luxurious is playing. despite her pathetic lyrics and her crazy crackwhore japanese anime phase, her beats are fucking great. Anyway, last time i posted was about little miss sunshine's inability to lie online and her predictable gullible nature. Ever since then, she's been trying to lie to me...and she hasn't succeeded in doing so. She's been trying so hard, i've given up trying to make a joke out of it. Honestly miss sunshine, it's getting a little old. You aren't funny and sometimes, you're a bit annoying. This is blog right? I can say whatever I want. She doesn't read it anyway. Sometimes she takes the joke so far, it doesn't even make sense anymore. She doesn't even make sense as a person. Dumbass bitch.
HAHA. just kidding. miss sunshine.
Work has been whatever. That's exactly how my attitude has been towards work. It's work, it's money, whatever. I suck it up despite the fact that I'm dying of exhaustion due to the lyme disease eating me from the inside out. My body aches, and my head hurts. I can barely keep my eyes open and it is a pain to move any part of my body. So imagine looking after 16 little children with the incapability of functioning like a real human being. All I can do is yell across the room for the little bastards to stop running around in circles. But hey, like I said, it's work, whatever.
There were some good parts to it though. Number one: free food(always a plus). Number two: free swim and number three: "Legos are Alive. I hear them in my head" I can be the most miserable mother fucker but if a kid came up to me to tell me the greatest secret of all the great secrets in the world and it was that legos are alive then I can't complain. I think that has to be one of the best quotes I've heard throughout my time at the camp. It isn't the funniest though, this one is:
Kid: Quan where does rain come from?
Me: I don't know like clouds..like sky..like...
Kid: DOES RAIN COME FROM GOD'S TEARS?
Me:.................YES.
Counselor2: Yeah, it could be his pee too.
Me: Yah so you better stop eating the rain.
I think I died a billion times inside when he said that. The funniest part is that he looks like this:
NOW HOW COULD YOU HATE A FACE LIKE THAT?
So other than camp, i've been hangin out with bumpkinz, crackwhore, and sunshinez. We've been goin to lank monster USA for some free noodles and rock band. Three words to describe the event:
BOSTON STREETS SUCK.
Tell me why driving around boston is impossible? Well, not impossible but when google maps and sunshinez ghetto ass GPS doesn't work, IT IS. We were tryin to get to lank monster USA for like two goddamn hours. I wanted to give up so badly but the noodles and rock band temptation was overcoming my frustration. I wasted..10 dollars of gas! 10 DOLLARS! Do you know how much fucking gas that is? That's like..so much gas. Anyway, it was me and sunshinez and we were literal circling around boston before we finally got to around the area we needed to go to and realized...that lank monster's street was around the corner. I was so pissed. Also, fucking bostonians with their fancy landrovers and god knows what car that eats up 100 dollars worth of gas money are the rudest son of bitches on the road. I'm like clearly a confused little asian girl trying to navigate my small little asian car to somewhere recognizable and people just aren't nice! It's like, what's it to you if you let me sneak into your lane? It's worse if you didn't let me sneak in and I thought you were and we crashed. That'd be you're fucking fault for giving me bitch ass ness.
So we get there and we eat noodles and I was forever grateful and content. I played rock band and to my surprise, crackwhore enjoyed it as much as I did. Rock band, guitar hero, DDR, all those match the colors, follow the beat, get more songs, body aching, eye bleeding games are just so fricken addicting. You just want to keep matching more accurately than the last time, beat levels and unlock more songs to start the torture all over again. For some reason, there's some satisfaction in unlocking more stuff and beating levels. It's kind of like an accomplishment...well more so an addiction than an accomplishment but we do like to feel accomplished than admit that we're addicted to rock band, guitar hero, and ddr.
I also got a new camera: DUM DUM DUM
I GIVE YOU THE CANON S5 IS POWERSHOT 8.0(in black)
Yes the new love of my life. It is beautiful and it takes beautiful pictures. It's got all these really sweet features for me to get creative and it's as fast as lightning. I mean, there's absolutely no lag time and it just snaps at everything the moment you press the button. And by beautiful pictures, I mean beautiful pictures. It doesn't get fuzzy(like hardly) and flash is not too obnoxiously bright. I absolutely love it. I tried it out today with my baby cousins as my models.
Because I don't trust the internet whatsoever, I can't show any of my babies with their faces in it but these were really good too. This was the color accent option. I KNOW RIGHT SO ILL? I got mad skillz. I also did some art for colleeggeee, heres a picture:
It's this incoming freshman project where we have to create a visual representation of our "journey" to our college. It has to be postcard size and when we go in for orientation, there's an art gallery of all the incoming freshman's postcards. Speaking of, i need to do my artist statement for this piece. Anyway, the rules were pretty simple..the journey could be about anything..your childhood, family, anything that inspired you or led you to the college. So, i didn't really want to go to my college in the first place. It was all about decisions and what was the right decision to make. So I drew me piled in a lot of papers with a lot of problems written on them like: loans, college essays, acceptances, rejections, etc. Basically all the things that make deciding on a college difficult. Then in the back, the writing is my thoughts running through my head of what kind of college I'm looking for. Then in the end, there's a piece of paper floating around saying "decision" which is what I'm hesitantly looking at because I still don't know if I made the right decision...but who knows ya kno? Fuck college, it's too damn expensive for me to be making any real decision.
I GIVE YOU THE CANON S5 IS POWERSHOT 8.0(in black)Yes the new love of my life. It is beautiful and it takes beautiful pictures. It's got all these really sweet features for me to get creative and it's as fast as lightning. I mean, there's absolutely no lag time and it just snaps at everything the moment you press the button. And by beautiful pictures, I mean beautiful pictures. It doesn't get fuzzy(like hardly) and flash is not too obnoxiously bright. I absolutely love it. I tried it out today with my baby cousins as my models.
Because I don't trust the internet whatsoever, I can't show any of my babies with their faces in it but these were really good too. This was the color accent option. I KNOW RIGHT SO ILL? I got mad skillz. I also did some art for colleeggeee, heres a picture:
It's this incoming freshman project where we have to create a visual representation of our "journey" to our college. It has to be postcard size and when we go in for orientation, there's an art gallery of all the incoming freshman's postcards. Speaking of, i need to do my artist statement for this piece. Anyway, the rules were pretty simple..the journey could be about anything..your childhood, family, anything that inspired you or led you to the college. So, i didn't really want to go to my college in the first place. It was all about decisions and what was the right decision to make. So I drew me piled in a lot of papers with a lot of problems written on them like: loans, college essays, acceptances, rejections, etc. Basically all the things that make deciding on a college difficult. Then in the back, the writing is my thoughts running through my head of what kind of college I'm looking for. Then in the end, there's a piece of paper floating around saying "decision" which is what I'm hesitantly looking at because I still don't know if I made the right decision...but who knows ya kno? Fuck college, it's too damn expensive for me to be making any real decision.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Lying online works because the truth is up for interpretation
k: REALLY
k: DO YOU THINK
K: ITS A BAD IDEA
k: IM SO SERIOUS
j: i dont think its a bad idea
j: i think it would be cool
j: its just
j: a little cliche
k: the butterfly?
j: is all
k: with the
k: god gave me wings so i can fly??
k: julia
k: really
k: like
k: i really want it
K: ive been thinkin bout it
j: then get it
k: for a while
k: and like
k: roses
k: all over it
j: if you really want it
k: and maybe...a a cage
j: it doesnt matter wha i think
k: so the butterfly
k: is like
k: trapped
j: o thats sorta cool
k: no but that would
k: conteract the idea
k: of god giving me wings
k: so i can fly
k: ...cos i cant in the cage
k: thats stupid
j: well make the butterfly flying out of the cage
k: thats a little
k: too
k: happy for me
k: and should i get it on my back?
k: like lower back?
j: so is god gave me wings so i can fly
j: thats
j: quite happy
k: ok maybe
k: true
k: ok
k: how about
k: butterfly in cage
k: "I'm trapped forever"
k: OHOH
j: WHAT
k: im trapped forever in his heart
j: THATS SO EMO
j: ARE YOU SERIOUS
k: why not?
j: you're kidding right
k: no
j: oo awkward
k: whats so awkward?
k: i mean
k: is it a really bad idea?
j: im trapped forever?
j: ?
k: yah because
k: well
k: i feel like
k: all my life
k: ive always been denied
k: like im trapped
k: ya kno?
j: thats so depressing though
j: do you really want that as a tattoo
k: yah it means
k: a lot to me
k: and if eel like a butterfly
k: is like
K: very symbolic
k: of like
k: innocence and like happiness
k: like
k: all my happiness
k: is trapped in this cage
k: wowowow thanks julia
k: for helping me brainstorm
j: i like your goddess idea
j: stil
k: yah but
k: thats too expensive
k: im just getting a little cage
k: with a baby butterfly
k: maybe a caterpillar..
k: cos like this was all mychildhood really..
j: ok
j: i dont knoww
j: if its meaningful to you then do it
k: no honestly
k: what do you think
k: cos i dont want to be like
k: dumb
j: tell me the whole idea again
k: ok
K: on my back
k: butterly
k: in a cage
k: with words
k: like
k: an arch
k: saying im trapped forever
j: i just think thats so sad
j: like no hope at all
j: if you did something like
j: cause like thats saying like
j: you have no chance of not being trapped
K: i guess..
k: maybe
k: i can just
k: do this
k: wait hold on
k: like this
j: i also feel like
j: butterflies are so common
j: for tattoos
k: BUT THEY ARE SOO COOL DONT YOU THINK?
j: like that loos like something ive seen
j: so many times
k: what about skulls?
Good friends don't let other friends get trashy butterfly tattooes on their lower back no matter HOW serious(or not serious) they are. Thanks little miss sunshine.
We ended up having a lying fight online and we both fell for each other each time. It's 10:52, I'm tired and I have no life.
Good friends don't let other friends get trashy butterfly tattooes on their lower back no matter HOW serious(or not serious) they are. Thanks little miss sunshine.
We ended up having a lying fight online and we both fell for each other each time. It's 10:52, I'm tired and I have no life.
Goood vibes good times
When there are good vibes, there's always good times. I just really appreciate music that moves my soul. Whatever the genre is, as long as I can sink my entire being in it, I can groove to it. I mean, thats the real way to enjoy music right? and it's even better when everyone in the room is enjoying it just as much as you are. Music just really sets the mood for whatever occasion. Whether you are raving at a wild party, or simply just sitting at home chilling, music just completes the whole moment. I don't understand people who are prejudice against music but their own. The worst is when they judge you for liking the kind of music that you're into. First of all, who cares? Second of all, if you truly love music than you'd love music just because you love it. I just really hate people who like music based on popularity or trend or what they think they are suppose to listen to so that they could fit in.
I just really love music! and i really love other people who love music just as much as me! I mean, i know people have preferences. Clearly, we can't all love every single genre of music because well, then you'd be one of those people who "listens to everything." Different people just listen to different kinds of music and just as long as they love what they are listening to and respects people who listens to other genres(other than theirs), I'm cool with them. For example, i love indie rock/funk/jazz/country/old school pop and r&b. I can't just listen to only one genre anyway. That's fucking boring. I need variety to keep my beat up. But just because I like so many genres doesn't mean I love every fucking song there is under those genres. I am very particular about my songs. I break it down to the originality of the beat and the lyrics. Now for some people, those things don't matter but for me, if the beat is generic and the lyrics are dumb, i can't listen to it. It messes up the whole feeling! When you have beats that sound the same over and over again, you just lose your funk! And when you have lyrics that sound like sappy love poems, it makes you want to gag a little. Anyway, loving music means you got to love variety and with variety comes choices. Then you get to appreciate the choices of music you make since you've listen to so many, and came to the conclusion of the ones you really love! Plus, since you have many different songs, you won't ever be bored of the same ole' thing ever again! Now isn't music just GREAT?
But even with variety, I always want more. I always want something different after listening to the songs I already listened to. That's the hard part. I still love my music and I still listen to my "old" songs but I need a somethings new to recharge my funk! But when i do find something new, it's like the best fucking feeling there is. I literally get into a trance and I'm stuck in it for hours. It's like a natural high or something. I just sit there and listen to the song for hours and letting it seep through my entire being. It's a little crazy how much I love the way music makes me feel.
So here's a song that i've been obsessed with for the past two weeks. The rest of their music is great too if you like jazz, funk and r&b. Their french too which makes them extra cool. Les Nubians: Makeda
Here is the translation as well:
One wants to make us accept lost myths
Passages of the history falsifiès and re-examined
De Ramsès with Mandela, that truths kill
By being unaware of the departure, one wanders without goal
Makeda was queen, beautiful and powerful
Solomon dreamed of his black skin
I sing to revive the memories
To exhume knowledge
That the spiral of time erases
The Queen of Sheba lives in me
Makeda lives in me.
Let us revive our reports
The history should be changed
She leaves to the derivative
With the drift of the words …. Not
The knowledge and wisdom are within reach
listen and observes
Makeda was queen, beautiful and powerful
Solomon dreamed of his black skin
I sing to revive the memories
To exhume knowledge
That the spiral of time erases
The Queen of Sheba lives in me
Makeda lives in me.
My people dance and sing
It exalte its joy
Far from ignorance
It shows its faith
Rich person of men and values
We repair the errors
Wire and girls you and me
Loans with the combat
Makeda was queen, beautiful and powerful
Solomon dreamed of his black skin
I sing to revive the memories
To exhume knowledge
That the spiral of time erases
The Queen of Sheba lives in me
Makeda lives in me.
I just really love music! and i really love other people who love music just as much as me! I mean, i know people have preferences. Clearly, we can't all love every single genre of music because well, then you'd be one of those people who "listens to everything." Different people just listen to different kinds of music and just as long as they love what they are listening to and respects people who listens to other genres(other than theirs), I'm cool with them. For example, i love indie rock/funk/jazz/country/old school pop and r&b. I can't just listen to only one genre anyway. That's fucking boring. I need variety to keep my beat up. But just because I like so many genres doesn't mean I love every fucking song there is under those genres. I am very particular about my songs. I break it down to the originality of the beat and the lyrics. Now for some people, those things don't matter but for me, if the beat is generic and the lyrics are dumb, i can't listen to it. It messes up the whole feeling! When you have beats that sound the same over and over again, you just lose your funk! And when you have lyrics that sound like sappy love poems, it makes you want to gag a little. Anyway, loving music means you got to love variety and with variety comes choices. Then you get to appreciate the choices of music you make since you've listen to so many, and came to the conclusion of the ones you really love! Plus, since you have many different songs, you won't ever be bored of the same ole' thing ever again! Now isn't music just GREAT?
But even with variety, I always want more. I always want something different after listening to the songs I already listened to. That's the hard part. I still love my music and I still listen to my "old" songs but I need a somethings new to recharge my funk! But when i do find something new, it's like the best fucking feeling there is. I literally get into a trance and I'm stuck in it for hours. It's like a natural high or something. I just sit there and listen to the song for hours and letting it seep through my entire being. It's a little crazy how much I love the way music makes me feel.
So here's a song that i've been obsessed with for the past two weeks. The rest of their music is great too if you like jazz, funk and r&b. Their french too which makes them extra cool. Les Nubians: Makeda
Here is the translation as well:
One wants to make us accept lost myths
Passages of the history falsifiès and re-examined
De Ramsès with Mandela, that truths kill
By being unaware of the departure, one wanders without goal
Makeda was queen, beautiful and powerful
Solomon dreamed of his black skin
I sing to revive the memories
To exhume knowledge
That the spiral of time erases
The Queen of Sheba lives in me
Makeda lives in me.
Let us revive our reports
The history should be changed
She leaves to the derivative
With the drift of the words …. Not
The knowledge and wisdom are within reach
listen and observes
Makeda was queen, beautiful and powerful
Solomon dreamed of his black skin
I sing to revive the memories
To exhume knowledge
That the spiral of time erases
The Queen of Sheba lives in me
Makeda lives in me.
My people dance and sing
It exalte its joy
Far from ignorance
It shows its faith
Rich person of men and values
We repair the errors
Wire and girls you and me
Loans with the combat
Makeda was queen, beautiful and powerful
Solomon dreamed of his black skin
I sing to revive the memories
To exhume knowledge
That the spiral of time erases
The Queen of Sheba lives in me
Makeda lives in me.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
I love my pork and beans
Speaking of some good homemade food...here's some pork and beans for ya.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muP9eH2p2PI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muP9eH2p2PI
Skimping on quantity for quality? I don't think so Chips Ahoy.
I hate, hate, hate when i open little packages of mini chips ahoy cookies that there are NEVER enough to satisfy one's craving for the sweets. There's like six dinky little cookies in there. How the hell am i suppose to get my fix with six damn mini cookies? I need at least like double that, maybe 12. 12 is a good amount. It's also a good amount for sharing. Today, i opened my little package of cookies hoping to both share with my friends and have enough for my sweet tooth but before i knew it, all my damn cookies were gone! damn bastards. DAMN PACKAGING MANUFACTURERS! PUT MORE COOKIES IN YOUR COOKIE PACKAGINGS!
This isn't just for cookies though. A lot of packaged food items always skimp out on the quantity. It's like, i paid 3.89 for this shit, I expect my bag of chips to be fucking full! But no, it never is. How disappointing. But cheetos, fritos, or any other smaller snackums are usually small enough to seem like there is more. That is why I am usually satisfied with half a bag of cheetos. It is always worth my dollar. I never buy the cookies in the vending machines because you get like 4 cookies and you still have to pay a damn dollar. I'm like, i might as well get something that takes more than 2 minutes to eat!
Anyway, so i went home and drove my baby cousins to roche bros to get a bag of cookie mix. That bag was like 2.29 and i got like 16 cookies(fresh baked) and one giant one. I ate like two of those and I was completely happy...which brings up another topic: home cooked food v.s packaged meals? I don't understand people who prefer to eat packaged meals rather than cooking up a simple home made one. Home made food is really not that hard to make and pre-made packaged meals are so much more unhealthy. I guess if you were really an idiot and believed in the excuse of"cooking is not my forte," then i hope your wife/husband and children won't die of starvation and complete ignorance of real food.
This isn't just for cookies though. A lot of packaged food items always skimp out on the quantity. It's like, i paid 3.89 for this shit, I expect my bag of chips to be fucking full! But no, it never is. How disappointing. But cheetos, fritos, or any other smaller snackums are usually small enough to seem like there is more. That is why I am usually satisfied with half a bag of cheetos. It is always worth my dollar. I never buy the cookies in the vending machines because you get like 4 cookies and you still have to pay a damn dollar. I'm like, i might as well get something that takes more than 2 minutes to eat!
Anyway, so i went home and drove my baby cousins to roche bros to get a bag of cookie mix. That bag was like 2.29 and i got like 16 cookies(fresh baked) and one giant one. I ate like two of those and I was completely happy...which brings up another topic: home cooked food v.s packaged meals? I don't understand people who prefer to eat packaged meals rather than cooking up a simple home made one. Home made food is really not that hard to make and pre-made packaged meals are so much more unhealthy. I guess if you were really an idiot and believed in the excuse of"cooking is not my forte," then i hope your wife/husband and children won't die of starvation and complete ignorance of real food.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I have to pay 15 dollars to reconfirm the fact that I have LYME DISEASE
So fuckin...i've been going to the fuckin doctors for the past like 2 weeks to check out what was going on with my fucking legs. First, there was a giant ass rash on my behind the backside of my leg leg. I thought, whateva...it's probably just a rash. So i go about my days just ignoring it, and getting a little irritated by the itching but i figured, it's nothing. Until one day, i go to camp and my friend looks at my leg, then looks at me and says, "your rash is pretty narsty." So i turn my leg and look at it for a little while and realized that rashes aren't usually purple and disgusting...so i decided, fine it's not just a rash. So i get my mother to make an appointment with the doctor and I go the next day after work.
4 top reasons why I hate the doctors:
1. Needles.
2. Slow-ass-ness.
3. They never say my name right.
4. Paying.
Oh and an extra reason, most of the people who work there have the worst attitudes. It's not my fault you chose to work in an enclosed desk area with nothing to stare at but the fucking waiting room.
Anyway, so i went, i paid my fuckin 15 bucks to get this shit checked. I waited and waited until i hear my name being mispronounced...then i waited some more in the room they assign me to. I did the weight thing, i did the blood pressure thing, like whatever, move on. Then the doctor cane in, asked me a bunch of nonsense questions, touched my leg a little, made me lie down and touched my leg again, listened to my heart, asked me more questions, and then prescribed me some antibiotics.
ALL WITHOUT TELLING ME WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH ME.
So i went to cvs, picked up my drugs and go home, followed the directions, and took them until the bottle was all gone. No big deal right? wrong.
Then after the end of the 2nd week of camp, my grandmother looked at my legs and questioned me about the sporadic bruises popping up all over the place. I said I didn't know and she panicked and claimed that it must be some sort of vein popping blood explosion phenomenon happening in my legs. She said that when she was little that she used to get mad bruises all over and that it wasn't a normal everyday ordeal. So i made another fucking appointment because i really had no idea how and why i had these bruises on me. Then i went to the doctors the next day, i paid my fuckin 15 and i waited...had my name mispronounced then I go and do all the works and i waited again. Then some lady came in, told me my old doctor quit so she was the new doctors or something and she looked at my leg. She touched my leg, made me lie down and touched my legs again. She asked me questions, I told her the answers. I also told her that i have this fuckin rash that i'm takin antibiotics for and she acknowledged it but didn't care too much for it. She got another doctor in to look at my legs. She was blonde, small and talked in doctor language just to be doctor-y and toolish. I asked her wtf does that all mean, and she looked at me and said nicely that it was just a doctor term for bruising. I go, fine whatever.
So they conquered that it was nothing. NOTHING?? 15 FUCKING DOLLARS FOR NOTHING? fuck this shit i'm not paying for no doctors visits for nothing. anyway, so the docs told me to go and get a blood test and i hate fucking needles, didn't i mention that earlier? yah i fuckin hate needles.
But i suck it up because I'm not about to have some sort of dumb disease all because i wouldn't get my blood drawn. So i went down to the lab and i asked the lady nicely, "Hi, do you also work in the lab area?(because she was sitting under the x-ray sign)" She said no and told me to fill out a form under the lab area. So i went over to the lab area and started filling out the form and then some lady popped out of nowhere and told me not to fill it out so I stopped. She grabbed the paper, crumbled it, and threw it out all in a annoyed and rude fashion. She told me to take a seat so I did and I waited. I stared at the fish until she called my name and I cringe with disgust every time they say my name wrong. It's not like I get frustrated and annoyed every time people say my name wrong, it's just when the doctors do it, they do it without even trying to realize that they are saying it wrong. Anyway, i went in and i told the lady, "I'm a little nervous about needles." She started walking towards the door, stopped, and looked at me straight in the eyes and said, "Well do you want to do it or not?" And i looked at her back in confusion and more disgust, "like yah I have to." She said, "Well do you want to do it upstairs or here?" So i sucked it up and decided to do it there. I asked her, "are you going to do it for me?" She said, "well who else is going to do it. no one else." She came back, i sat in the dumb chair. I closed my eyes and she does it. I was too angry and fuckin annoyed with her to like care about the dumbass needle. After she was done, she said "see it's all in your head." I was just like, "yah well, fuck you" (in my head of course because I have more class than that bitch.)
Anyway i went back upstairs, and i waited. I waited in my room for fucking 45 fucking minutes. I stared at every brochure about every STD, unplanned pregnancy, ways to prevent unplanned pregnancies, testicular diseases, breasts diseases, fucking ways to put on condoms, everything! I even contemplated for 15 minutes about whether the word that was being covered by a bunch of folders was misspelled or not. The word was CRAFFT. I thought maybe the extra F was supposed to be an E or maybe they mispelled craft? Yeah, they misspelled craft. Dumbasses. I stole some ear cleaning sticks and i wanted to take some condoms but I figured they would just rot in my bag anyway so I didn't. Then the doctor comes in and tells me that I'm fucking fine so I'm fucking pissed and I go home. At least my grandmother was happy.
A few days passed and today, I'm at my friends house. I'm sitting next to her and she points at my leg and says, "what is that?" I look at it and say nothing. I stood up, turned my leg around and everyone on the couch fucking says, "Bulls Eye! Bulls Eye! You have lyme disease!" FOR FUCKS SAKE ARE YOU SERIOUS? I couldn't believe it. After going to the doctors for so many fucking times and paying so much money every single time, the fucking doctors couldn't figure out that I had lyme disease? We look up some pictures of lyme disease and it seems that i have the same exact rash pattern behind the backside of my left leg. Observe.
My case is a little less intense but I couldn't find a picture but that is relatively what the pattern looks like. But still, how could you miss that fucking thing? I am just so pissed because I have to pay another fucking 15 dollars just for the doctors to fucking confirm that I have fucking lyme disease. Doctors are fucking useless!! I am so mad. Do you know what I could do with fucking 15 dollars? Buy dinner, buy a pair of shoes, buy a dress, buy some make up, buy some hair products, but not BUY CONFIRMATION. Bitches I say.
Symptoms(according to Lyme Disease Foundation Inc. http://www.lyme.org/otherdis/ld_symptoms.html):
Signs and symptoms of Early Local Lyme Disease often starts with flu-like feelings of headache, stiff neck, fever, muscle aches, and fatigue. About 60% of light-skinned patients notice a unique enlarging rash, referred to as erythema migrans (EM), days to weeks after the bite. On dark-skinned people, this rash resembles a bruise.
That's why the doctors haven't been able to figure out why I've been to tired(and I'm not just talking about being lazy but really tired...like i'm tired now bitch.) Because of fucking LYME DISEASE. Aaaahh fuckin A.
4 top reasons why I hate the doctors:
1. Needles.
2. Slow-ass-ness.
3. They never say my name right.
4. Paying.
Oh and an extra reason, most of the people who work there have the worst attitudes. It's not my fault you chose to work in an enclosed desk area with nothing to stare at but the fucking waiting room.
Anyway, so i went, i paid my fuckin 15 bucks to get this shit checked. I waited and waited until i hear my name being mispronounced...then i waited some more in the room they assign me to. I did the weight thing, i did the blood pressure thing, like whatever, move on. Then the doctor cane in, asked me a bunch of nonsense questions, touched my leg a little, made me lie down and touched my leg again, listened to my heart, asked me more questions, and then prescribed me some antibiotics.
ALL WITHOUT TELLING ME WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH ME.
So i went to cvs, picked up my drugs and go home, followed the directions, and took them until the bottle was all gone. No big deal right? wrong.
Then after the end of the 2nd week of camp, my grandmother looked at my legs and questioned me about the sporadic bruises popping up all over the place. I said I didn't know and she panicked and claimed that it must be some sort of vein popping blood explosion phenomenon happening in my legs. She said that when she was little that she used to get mad bruises all over and that it wasn't a normal everyday ordeal. So i made another fucking appointment because i really had no idea how and why i had these bruises on me. Then i went to the doctors the next day, i paid my fuckin 15 and i waited...had my name mispronounced then I go and do all the works and i waited again. Then some lady came in, told me my old doctor quit so she was the new doctors or something and she looked at my leg. She touched my leg, made me lie down and touched my legs again. She asked me questions, I told her the answers. I also told her that i have this fuckin rash that i'm takin antibiotics for and she acknowledged it but didn't care too much for it. She got another doctor in to look at my legs. She was blonde, small and talked in doctor language just to be doctor-y and toolish. I asked her wtf does that all mean, and she looked at me and said nicely that it was just a doctor term for bruising. I go, fine whatever.
So they conquered that it was nothing. NOTHING?? 15 FUCKING DOLLARS FOR NOTHING? fuck this shit i'm not paying for no doctors visits for nothing. anyway, so the docs told me to go and get a blood test and i hate fucking needles, didn't i mention that earlier? yah i fuckin hate needles.
But i suck it up because I'm not about to have some sort of dumb disease all because i wouldn't get my blood drawn. So i went down to the lab and i asked the lady nicely, "Hi, do you also work in the lab area?(because she was sitting under the x-ray sign)" She said no and told me to fill out a form under the lab area. So i went over to the lab area and started filling out the form and then some lady popped out of nowhere and told me not to fill it out so I stopped. She grabbed the paper, crumbled it, and threw it out all in a annoyed and rude fashion. She told me to take a seat so I did and I waited. I stared at the fish until she called my name and I cringe with disgust every time they say my name wrong. It's not like I get frustrated and annoyed every time people say my name wrong, it's just when the doctors do it, they do it without even trying to realize that they are saying it wrong. Anyway, i went in and i told the lady, "I'm a little nervous about needles." She started walking towards the door, stopped, and looked at me straight in the eyes and said, "Well do you want to do it or not?" And i looked at her back in confusion and more disgust, "like yah I have to." She said, "Well do you want to do it upstairs or here?" So i sucked it up and decided to do it there. I asked her, "are you going to do it for me?" She said, "well who else is going to do it. no one else." She came back, i sat in the dumb chair. I closed my eyes and she does it. I was too angry and fuckin annoyed with her to like care about the dumbass needle. After she was done, she said "see it's all in your head." I was just like, "yah well, fuck you" (in my head of course because I have more class than that bitch.)
Anyway i went back upstairs, and i waited. I waited in my room for fucking 45 fucking minutes. I stared at every brochure about every STD, unplanned pregnancy, ways to prevent unplanned pregnancies, testicular diseases, breasts diseases, fucking ways to put on condoms, everything! I even contemplated for 15 minutes about whether the word that was being covered by a bunch of folders was misspelled or not. The word was CRAFFT. I thought maybe the extra F was supposed to be an E or maybe they mispelled craft? Yeah, they misspelled craft. Dumbasses. I stole some ear cleaning sticks and i wanted to take some condoms but I figured they would just rot in my bag anyway so I didn't. Then the doctor comes in and tells me that I'm fucking fine so I'm fucking pissed and I go home. At least my grandmother was happy.
A few days passed and today, I'm at my friends house. I'm sitting next to her and she points at my leg and says, "what is that?" I look at it and say nothing. I stood up, turned my leg around and everyone on the couch fucking says, "Bulls Eye! Bulls Eye! You have lyme disease!" FOR FUCKS SAKE ARE YOU SERIOUS? I couldn't believe it. After going to the doctors for so many fucking times and paying so much money every single time, the fucking doctors couldn't figure out that I had lyme disease? We look up some pictures of lyme disease and it seems that i have the same exact rash pattern behind the backside of my left leg. Observe.
My case is a little less intense but I couldn't find a picture but that is relatively what the pattern looks like. But still, how could you miss that fucking thing? I am just so pissed because I have to pay another fucking 15 dollars just for the doctors to fucking confirm that I have fucking lyme disease. Doctors are fucking useless!! I am so mad. Do you know what I could do with fucking 15 dollars? Buy dinner, buy a pair of shoes, buy a dress, buy some make up, buy some hair products, but not BUY CONFIRMATION. Bitches I say.
Symptoms(according to Lyme Disease Foundation Inc. http://www.lyme.org/otherdis/ld_symptoms.html):
Signs and symptoms of Early Local Lyme Disease often starts with flu-like feelings of headache, stiff neck, fever, muscle aches, and fatigue. About 60% of light-skinned patients notice a unique enlarging rash, referred to as erythema migrans (EM), days to weeks after the bite. On dark-skinned people, this rash resembles a bruise.
That's why the doctors haven't been able to figure out why I've been to tired(and I'm not just talking about being lazy but really tired...like i'm tired now bitch.) Because of fucking LYME DISEASE. Aaaahh fuckin A.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Excuse me while I privately beat my kid
So camp today was a little more hectic than usual...it's probably just a monday thing. all the kids went on vacation somewheres nice over the weekend. The majority of them went to their gramma and grampa's house for a uber fun sleepover while their mommies and daddies went on their secret getaway. Then, the grandparents drop the kids off at camp the next morning and what do you know, half of them start crying for their mommies and daddies.
One kid, he's real sweet was crying all over the place because his parents went somewhere together and left him at his grandparents house. His gramma took him into camp and was worried sick that he would get mad at her if she left him. But i assured her, he was going to be fine. Soon after, he started playing games and she left...the boy starts wailing. But the kid was a good kid, he got over it eventually. Good thing too because I've had my fair share of kids who won't suck it up. He was real good. All he needed was some soothing talk and he was all good to go the rest of the day...but that wasn't the least of my problems...
One kid, fuckin no discipline kid. His mom is practically like his best friend. She acts like it too so the kid has never, ever had anyone discipline him whatsoever. I mean, i understand that all of my kids are overly spoiled and overly privileged...but come on...you couldn't spend like 2 minutes of your day just teaching your kids how to act like legit human beings around other people? Well i mean, the majority of my kids are alright. They are spoiled, no doubt about that, but they are all generally good kids...except for a select few. This one kid, he's real difficult to handle. Not only is he a brat, but he knows it too. He thinks it's cute, and so does his mom. I, on the other hand don't think it's cute, funny, or amusing.
I think you can only use the phrase, "Oh he's just being a kid" for only so many times. Sure, they are kids but if you don't tell them to stop acting like a baby, they will keep acting like one even when they aren't. When you spoil a kid, he/she is going to think it's the norm to get 500,000 presents on christmas, or if you don't draw the line between adult and kid, then the kid won't res pect you as the adult. Anyway, this kid, he runs around, makes fun of other kids, pushes, grabs, jumps, yells, all that good stuff...and you try to tell him to stop (nicely) he acts like you're invisible. So, you try to tell him to stop again (more affirmatively), he continues to ignore you and proceeds to be even more obnoxious. So then, you look him in the eye, grab his arm and really, and i mean really tell him to stop. Then, he gets it. I don't know if he has ADD or whatever, but he really has an issue with listening and being respectful. I mean, i'm not a mean person(when I don't need to be) so it's not like i'm slapping the kid upside the head but the kid really just disregards every single command you give him! Even when he knows he's doing something bad.
So, i decided ok, I'm going to go tell his mom at the end of the day so that she can be aware of what's going on with her kid. I put him in his car, and here's how the conversation goes...
Kid: Mom, are we going swimming today?
Mom: You are funny bud! How are you not tired from a whole day of camp? I think you are the only kid who still has energy after running around all day.
Kid: SHUT UP.
Me: (wtf)
Mom: (Kid's Full Name) how dare you. (nonchalant)
Kid: hehe sorry
Mom: well I guess we'll just not do what we were suppose to do whatever we were planning to do. Oh well. (nonchalant)
Kid: Tehe.
ME: SRTYJSRJSRTJSRTJTSRTJHRSTHS WTF SGHJDHJ W FJSR OFYLFJSRT WTF
If i was the mother? I'd be like "EXCUSE ME COUNSELOR GIRL, WOULD YOU PLEASE KINDLY STEP OFF MY CAR SO I CAN PRIVATELY SLAP MY KID UPSIDE THE HEAD?"
Ooh I was so surprised at the mom? I wouldn't even dare let my child speak to me like that. Then again, i shouldn't say shit cos when I was a kid I was pretty rude too but you know what, my mom should've slapped ME upside the head cos i was a dumbass little bitch. Good thing I turned out ok in the end...but not everyone is as good as me :D
One kid, he's real sweet was crying all over the place because his parents went somewhere together and left him at his grandparents house. His gramma took him into camp and was worried sick that he would get mad at her if she left him. But i assured her, he was going to be fine. Soon after, he started playing games and she left...the boy starts wailing. But the kid was a good kid, he got over it eventually. Good thing too because I've had my fair share of kids who won't suck it up. He was real good. All he needed was some soothing talk and he was all good to go the rest of the day...but that wasn't the least of my problems...
One kid, fuckin no discipline kid. His mom is practically like his best friend. She acts like it too so the kid has never, ever had anyone discipline him whatsoever. I mean, i understand that all of my kids are overly spoiled and overly privileged...but come on...you couldn't spend like 2 minutes of your day just teaching your kids how to act like legit human beings around other people? Well i mean, the majority of my kids are alright. They are spoiled, no doubt about that, but they are all generally good kids...except for a select few. This one kid, he's real difficult to handle. Not only is he a brat, but he knows it too. He thinks it's cute, and so does his mom. I, on the other hand don't think it's cute, funny, or amusing.
I think you can only use the phrase, "Oh he's just being a kid" for only so many times. Sure, they are kids but if you don't tell them to stop acting like a baby, they will keep acting like one even when they aren't. When you spoil a kid, he/she is going to think it's the norm to get 500,000 presents on christmas, or if you don't draw the line between adult and kid, then the kid won't res pect you as the adult. Anyway, this kid, he runs around, makes fun of other kids, pushes, grabs, jumps, yells, all that good stuff...and you try to tell him to stop (nicely) he acts like you're invisible. So, you try to tell him to stop again (more affirmatively), he continues to ignore you and proceeds to be even more obnoxious. So then, you look him in the eye, grab his arm and really, and i mean really tell him to stop. Then, he gets it. I don't know if he has ADD or whatever, but he really has an issue with listening and being respectful. I mean, i'm not a mean person(when I don't need to be) so it's not like i'm slapping the kid upside the head but the kid really just disregards every single command you give him! Even when he knows he's doing something bad.
So, i decided ok, I'm going to go tell his mom at the end of the day so that she can be aware of what's going on with her kid. I put him in his car, and here's how the conversation goes...
Kid: Mom, are we going swimming today?
Mom: You are funny bud! How are you not tired from a whole day of camp? I think you are the only kid who still has energy after running around all day.
Kid: SHUT UP.
Me: (wtf)
Mom: (Kid's Full Name) how dare you. (nonchalant)
Kid: hehe sorry
Mom: well I guess we'll just not do what we were suppose to do whatever we were planning to do. Oh well. (nonchalant)
Kid: Tehe.
ME: SRTYJSRJSRTJSRTJTSRTJHRSTHS WTF SGHJDHJ W FJSR OFYLFJSRT WTF
If i was the mother? I'd be like "EXCUSE ME COUNSELOR GIRL, WOULD YOU PLEASE KINDLY STEP OFF MY CAR SO I CAN PRIVATELY SLAP MY KID UPSIDE THE HEAD?"
Ooh I was so surprised at the mom? I wouldn't even dare let my child speak to me like that. Then again, i shouldn't say shit cos when I was a kid I was pretty rude too but you know what, my mom should've slapped ME upside the head cos i was a dumbass little bitch. Good thing I turned out ok in the end...but not everyone is as good as me :D
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Skinny Fashion from head to toe.
I'm a HUGE fan of looking good. Who isn't? Even those who deny the fact that they want to look good have a sense of wanting to. Nobody wants to feel like shit (and I certainly never do). Whether you want to mentally feel good, physically, or materialistically, everyone at some point wants to look and feel good about themselves. For me, it's everything. Everything needs to look and feel good on me and I'm not just talking about fashion. I exercise and eat healthy. I'm not a stick, and I don't have the intention to be. I buy clothes that fit me and I make sure that it also complements every part of who I am. I put on make-up and I only put on enough to make my look polished and complete. I take a shower, I paint my nails, I do all the works and I do it all for me. And of course, I want people to start looking! I mean, it's even better when people start noticing all that hard work you put into making yourself look that good (even though it may or may not be very hard at all.) But I know that if i put a little effort into making myself feel good, I'll look good. However, it's not the same deal for everyone.
Especially in this day and age when fashion is modeled for people between the sizes 0 and 2, it's hard for everyone to look and feel good at the same time. I must admit that watching the media emphasize the importance of "staying thin" makes me want to shed a couple of pounds! Society just fucking loves skinny ass people! And what can i say? I'm not thin, hell I'm not even skinny. But the different between me and other people is that I love my body even if the tv tells me not to. I think I look good, and I think if I tried to lose a lot of weight, I'd look scary as hell. But some people, like that (freaks.) Some people will do everything they can to look like the thinnest celebrities in the media.
Clothes for example, i fucking love my clothes. I love the way they fall on me, and I love the way they make me look hella good. But when fashion turns to the media for their new line, they start making everything smaller and smaller. People watch as celebrities walk onto the red carpet in stunning gowns, people buy fashion magazines to read about the latest trends, and people go out and start shopping for things that AREN'T MADE FOR THEM. Sure, some people could pull it off but when you have boobs and an ass, things start to look a little funky (if you can even get it on.) You could be thin, and be curvy at the same time and there will still be clothes out there that don't fit you! Not even in the sense of size, but look as well. You'll see celebrities on tv wear a pillow case for the dress and you think, "wow that looks fuckin nice on her," you go out and try it on and be like "wtf?" You'd think a pillow case of any kind of fit would fit anyone! But it doesnt.
It gets worse when people start denying it too. I know some friends of mine who clearly aren't a size 4(and that's small) and yet they insist that they are. They will buy only things in a size 4, and their every hump and junk will start falling all over the place. You go and politely tell them their their fucking boobs are falling out and they start a bitch fit. It's not about being a smaller size. If it looks bad on you, then it'll look fucking bad on you. Now why would you want to look bad? Just because some people can look good in it, doesn't mean that you can. But there's other things in the store that you could check out other than the most expensive pillow dress you can find.
Even shoes! Fucking shoes! I go out yesterday to find a pair of nice sandals. You know, the ones that you could wear for a special occasion or for casual. I go to urban outfitters, and although i love urban outfitters and it's style, some of their clothes are made for a lot of thin people. Anyway, i go to the shoe section and i try everything on. Is it just me? or are ALL THESE SHOES made for skinny feet!? I mean I don't think my feet are like especially bigger than like any other person with a size 7 1/2. I know I do have wide feet but goddamn, all the shoes i tried on were like made for long and skinny feet? I MEAN COME ON, you make fucking dresses impossible to find(ala prom) and now you're making it fucking difficult to find sandals? Anyway, in the end, I found a pair. See, it just takes a little patience and it doesn't mean I need to start eating less to lose the fat off my feet, it just means I need to find a different pair that's right for me. A lot of people just jam their shit in there and I guess the part in their brain that processes what looks good what doesn't is not there. It might have exploded or something after watching too much shit on tv.
Anyway, looking good doesn't mean to go out and buy what the rich and skinny people are wearing. Looking good and feeling good means doing what works for you(oh my fucking god i sound like a weight watchers commercial.) But it's true. If it fits, and it's complementing then you'll feel better. And who cares about size? No one is going to fucking grab your shirt and flip out the tag on the back to see what size you are. As long as you're healthy, and looking it then I say, fuck what they say. You look fucking good.
Especially in this day and age when fashion is modeled for people between the sizes 0 and 2, it's hard for everyone to look and feel good at the same time. I must admit that watching the media emphasize the importance of "staying thin" makes me want to shed a couple of pounds! Society just fucking loves skinny ass people! And what can i say? I'm not thin, hell I'm not even skinny. But the different between me and other people is that I love my body even if the tv tells me not to. I think I look good, and I think if I tried to lose a lot of weight, I'd look scary as hell. But some people, like that (freaks.) Some people will do everything they can to look like the thinnest celebrities in the media.
Clothes for example, i fucking love my clothes. I love the way they fall on me, and I love the way they make me look hella good. But when fashion turns to the media for their new line, they start making everything smaller and smaller. People watch as celebrities walk onto the red carpet in stunning gowns, people buy fashion magazines to read about the latest trends, and people go out and start shopping for things that AREN'T MADE FOR THEM. Sure, some people could pull it off but when you have boobs and an ass, things start to look a little funky (if you can even get it on.) You could be thin, and be curvy at the same time and there will still be clothes out there that don't fit you! Not even in the sense of size, but look as well. You'll see celebrities on tv wear a pillow case for the dress and you think, "wow that looks fuckin nice on her," you go out and try it on and be like "wtf?" You'd think a pillow case of any kind of fit would fit anyone! But it doesnt.
It gets worse when people start denying it too. I know some friends of mine who clearly aren't a size 4(and that's small) and yet they insist that they are. They will buy only things in a size 4, and their every hump and junk will start falling all over the place. You go and politely tell them their their fucking boobs are falling out and they start a bitch fit. It's not about being a smaller size. If it looks bad on you, then it'll look fucking bad on you. Now why would you want to look bad? Just because some people can look good in it, doesn't mean that you can. But there's other things in the store that you could check out other than the most expensive pillow dress you can find.
Even shoes! Fucking shoes! I go out yesterday to find a pair of nice sandals. You know, the ones that you could wear for a special occasion or for casual. I go to urban outfitters, and although i love urban outfitters and it's style, some of their clothes are made for a lot of thin people. Anyway, i go to the shoe section and i try everything on. Is it just me? or are ALL THESE SHOES made for skinny feet!? I mean I don't think my feet are like especially bigger than like any other person with a size 7 1/2. I know I do have wide feet but goddamn, all the shoes i tried on were like made for long and skinny feet? I MEAN COME ON, you make fucking dresses impossible to find(ala prom) and now you're making it fucking difficult to find sandals? Anyway, in the end, I found a pair. See, it just takes a little patience and it doesn't mean I need to start eating less to lose the fat off my feet, it just means I need to find a different pair that's right for me. A lot of people just jam their shit in there and I guess the part in their brain that processes what looks good what doesn't is not there. It might have exploded or something after watching too much shit on tv.
Anyway, looking good doesn't mean to go out and buy what the rich and skinny people are wearing. Looking good and feeling good means doing what works for you(oh my fucking god i sound like a weight watchers commercial.) But it's true. If it fits, and it's complementing then you'll feel better. And who cares about size? No one is going to fucking grab your shirt and flip out the tag on the back to see what size you are. As long as you're healthy, and looking it then I say, fuck what they say. You look fucking good.
Friday, July 11, 2008
7 girls 15 nipples
Which one of us is not like the other? NONE. SURPRISE. We all have third nipples. hoo-ray.
According to Wikipedia, "A supernumerary nipple (also known as a third nipple, triple nipple, thripple, accessory nipple, polythelia or polymastia) is an additional nipple occurring in mammals including humans. Often mistaken for a moles supernumerary nipples are diagnosed at a rate of 1 in 18 humans
How coincidental that all seven of our girl friends (including myself) has a third nipple? What a small ass world. Bitches, gave it to me.
Apparently, a lot of people have third nipples. Famous people too, and according to various internet sites, they love to flaunt it. Some of which include: Lily Allen, Zac Efron, Tony Parker? (whoever that is) Ya know, if you're interested or something there's a blog all about this kinda stuff. Me? I think I'll stick to S/M and hardcore bondage.
http://thesuperfluousnipple.blogspot.com/
And if you're interested in some real fun...
just kidding. well not really, but this is cool too:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=QFCSXr6qnv4
Anyway, third nipples, not my thing. I guess its alright if you have one. Well then would it be ok to let me look at it? Or is that like totally invading private bubbles? What if i touched it? Would it like feel funny? If i had a third nipple, i think i'd show it off. It would be along my nipple line or something (according to bumpkinz) so that's around my tummy area or under my boob. I guess thatd be ok..itd be like showing a mole. I think legit one of my friends had a third nipple once, but she got that shit removed. She said it was a mole but it was pink and I'm not sure if moles are pink. Anyway, i feel indifferent about it. I wouldn't feel as passionate about it like the blogger up there...or turned on by it. That would be, kind of awkward.
Yah what if you're lover had a fetish for third nipples? Like, he/she only liked to play with that third nipple and nothing else? That'd would kinda suck. I mean, that would really suck if that person ONLY wanted you for your third nipple...especially since nipples in general are kinda useless except for maybe breast feeding. Well, i guess they aren't that useless. They are kinda of a pleasurable. sort of. not really. they just kinda get sore after before and after my little red headed cousin from virginia.
Ok. screw this. I am NOT talking about nipples.
Ok fine but this one last time...one of us DEFINETLY has a third nipple..
And, if you DO have a third nipple..here are some guidelines taken from http://www.ugcs.caltech.edu, the ultimate third nipple website, on how to properly take care of your extra nipple...
According to Wikipedia, "A supernumerary nipple (also known as a third nipple, triple nipple, thripple, accessory nipple, polythelia or polymastia) is an additional nipple occurring in mammals including humans. Often mistaken for a moles supernumerary nipples are diagnosed at a rate of 1 in 18 humans
How coincidental that all seven of our girl friends (including myself) has a third nipple? What a small ass world. Bitches, gave it to me.
Apparently, a lot of people have third nipples. Famous people too, and according to various internet sites, they love to flaunt it. Some of which include: Lily Allen, Zac Efron, Tony Parker? (whoever that is) Ya know, if you're interested or something there's a blog all about this kinda stuff. Me? I think I'll stick to S/M and hardcore bondage.
http://thesuperfluousnipple.blogspot.com/
And if you're interested in some real fun...
just kidding. well not really, but this is cool too:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=QFCSXr6qnv4
Anyway, third nipples, not my thing. I guess its alright if you have one. Well then would it be ok to let me look at it? Or is that like totally invading private bubbles? What if i touched it? Would it like feel funny? If i had a third nipple, i think i'd show it off. It would be along my nipple line or something (according to bumpkinz) so that's around my tummy area or under my boob. I guess thatd be ok..itd be like showing a mole. I think legit one of my friends had a third nipple once, but she got that shit removed. She said it was a mole but it was pink and I'm not sure if moles are pink. Anyway, i feel indifferent about it. I wouldn't feel as passionate about it like the blogger up there...or turned on by it. That would be, kind of awkward.
Yah what if you're lover had a fetish for third nipples? Like, he/she only liked to play with that third nipple and nothing else? That'd would kinda suck. I mean, that would really suck if that person ONLY wanted you for your third nipple...especially since nipples in general are kinda useless except for maybe breast feeding. Well, i guess they aren't that useless. They are kinda of a pleasurable. sort of. not really. they just kinda get sore after before and after my little red headed cousin from virginia.
Ok. screw this. I am NOT talking about nipples.
Ok fine but this one last time...one of us DEFINETLY has a third nipple..
And, if you DO have a third nipple..here are some guidelines taken from http://www.ugcs.caltech.edu, the ultimate third nipple website, on how to properly take care of your extra nipple...
In showing proper care to your nipples, keep the following in mind:
- Wash each of them each time you shower. Don't skimp here!
- Never talk about a nipple to the other two behind its back.
- Acknowledge all of your nipples in daily conversation, when appropriate.
- If you decide to pierce a nipple, do so with extreme thought and care as to the effects on the other two. One fair solution is to pierce all three and join them together with a silver chain of unity.
- Oftentimes one nipple will be significantly smaller than the other two--the runt of the family. Take extra steps to be sure that it does not become the subject of undeserving teasing and harassment.
- Likewise, on the other extreme, if one nipple is unusually large and strong, it will tend to "harden" and bully the other two around. This is even more threatening, as it can lead to nipple sagging, areola discoloration, and low nipple-self-esteem. Don't let this happen
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Six dollar a scoop? or Six dollar a tub? You decide.
I used to work at Coldstone, the famous ice cream store where the product is made right in front of your face on a frozen tablet of yummy goodness. It was also famous for creating overly dedicated j.p licks fans and overpriced servings of ice cream. I mean to me, ice cream is ice cream. Wherever you get it, as long as it's cheap and good, I'm all for it. I like J.P Licks and I like Coldstone, both are great ice cream stores but for fucks sake is Coldstone expensive! At least I can get a single scoop at j.p licks for just a little over a dollar...I believe a single scoop at coldstone is about 3 bucks in a cup.
I mean some people are willing to pay for the show, the various condiments of choice, and the obnoxious singing...but me? hells the fuck no. I only go there with my friend during the winter when they don't make any profit and only if she got a free coupon for a buy one get one free deal in one of her seventeen magazines. I think that's probably the best deal out of coldstone. You buy one any size you want and you get one the same size for free. So my friend and I would buy the largest size possible in the coldest weather possible and manage to shove it down our freezing throats. Hey, it's practically free.
So at camp today, I was telling my friends about my experience working for the dreaded company. I stayed for about a month's time and immediately quit right after. I was so desperate to get a job and just to earn some cash. There was a new Coldstone opening near one of the malls in the city and I figured I should give it a try. I got the job immediately...and so did everyone else. There were at least 40 plus workers hired for that tiny store located in the corner of the mall. Actually, it wasn't even inside the mall. It was outside, attached, on the side, and you had to go outside in order to actually go inside the store. Anyway, it was real small. The interview wasn't even an one on one. It was a group interview and there must've been at least 20 people in the room. We had to watch long videos, make-up songs, dance for show, and learn the rules of the company. In the end, it didn't matter because we all got the job anyway.
Training was the worst though. For three days, we learned how to watch dishes and picture this, there was about 20 people pushed up against each other in the back room attempting to sneak a peak at what was going on at the sink. So that was that and eventually we got to learn how to portion our scoops, make the ice cream and memorize the amounts. The managers were really anal about us memorizing the different combinations of ice cream flavors. We were forced to make flash cards with cheesy names of the signature company flavors like: birthday cake remix, cheesecake fantasy, strawberry banana rendevous, COOKIE DOUGHN'T YOU WANT SOME? They would test each and every one of us in the back room. They would ask us the cardinal rules of customer service (and there some sort of acronym for this shit THanks bumpkinz). I passed, thankfully or else i wouldn't have gotten any hours...but i never got any anyway.
I would show up to work about once a week around 11 o clock. There wouldn't be too many people in the morning and my coldstone managers decided to open the coldstone in the dead of winter so there were no customers. Yet they still thought the store needed an extra 10 employees standing around doing nothing so that they could have the power of telling us we're useless and send us home. I never learned how to use the cash register except through the online exercise which is isn't the same as the people actually teaching me. I mostly stayed in the back washing dishes anyway because by the time it hit 12 o clock, 6 more employees would clock in to work alongside the first four who were working till 4. Everyone wanted the chance to be the server but I could care less as long as I got my pay check in the end.
Very rarely did I have the opportunity to actually serve the customers without someone pushing me out of the serving line. Almost eryone in the store were coldstone enthusiasts except me and my friend alice. On my first day, people literally pushed me to serve the first customer and I had no idea what I was doing. Of course, they thought they were doing me a favor when actually they made a complete fool out of me. After that, everyone just considered me as a nuisance. What? my first fucking customer? sorry if I didn't memorize the damn manual and I don't have a fake smile on my face every minute of my day. You can't expect me to perfect on my first 15 minutes of work! Anyway, i got over it. When the pay check came though, the manager couldn't even pay me because there wasn't enough money being made. So instead, he cut hours. I worked for a total of 2 hours a week so I said, fuck this. I'd rather quit than trek an hour out to work via train every saturday for nothing. Well whatever, I never followed the rules anyway. They would've fire me eventually.
I served softball sized portions for the smalls and I gave whole snicker bars in the mixings instead of 1/4. I scooped at least 6 strawberries each time and i would grab a handful of m&m's when called for. And here's a direct quote from one of the few customers I served, "Wow, this coldstone serves a lot more ice cream than other coldstones!" Ya know, I figure, if this lady is gonna pay 6 dollars worth of ice cream...then I'm going to fucking give her fucking six dollars worth of ice cream. That's the price of a tub of ice cream at starmarket which in my opinion, I would rather buy than have sprinklings of cookie dough mixed into my nothing of an ice cream portion. I just really believe in paying for things that is worth my money at a reasonable price. So next time you want to indulge in overpriced ice cream, i suggest walking over to the nearest grocery store for a full tub of some good shit.
I mean some people are willing to pay for the show, the various condiments of choice, and the obnoxious singing...but me? hells the fuck no. I only go there with my friend during the winter when they don't make any profit and only if she got a free coupon for a buy one get one free deal in one of her seventeen magazines. I think that's probably the best deal out of coldstone. You buy one any size you want and you get one the same size for free. So my friend and I would buy the largest size possible in the coldest weather possible and manage to shove it down our freezing throats. Hey, it's practically free.
So at camp today, I was telling my friends about my experience working for the dreaded company. I stayed for about a month's time and immediately quit right after. I was so desperate to get a job and just to earn some cash. There was a new Coldstone opening near one of the malls in the city and I figured I should give it a try. I got the job immediately...and so did everyone else. There were at least 40 plus workers hired for that tiny store located in the corner of the mall. Actually, it wasn't even inside the mall. It was outside, attached, on the side, and you had to go outside in order to actually go inside the store. Anyway, it was real small. The interview wasn't even an one on one. It was a group interview and there must've been at least 20 people in the room. We had to watch long videos, make-up songs, dance for show, and learn the rules of the company. In the end, it didn't matter because we all got the job anyway.
Training was the worst though. For three days, we learned how to watch dishes and picture this, there was about 20 people pushed up against each other in the back room attempting to sneak a peak at what was going on at the sink. So that was that and eventually we got to learn how to portion our scoops, make the ice cream and memorize the amounts. The managers were really anal about us memorizing the different combinations of ice cream flavors. We were forced to make flash cards with cheesy names of the signature company flavors like: birthday cake remix, cheesecake fantasy, strawberry banana rendevous, COOKIE DOUGHN'T YOU WANT SOME? They would test each and every one of us in the back room. They would ask us the cardinal rules of customer service (and there some sort of acronym for this shit THanks bumpkinz). I passed, thankfully or else i wouldn't have gotten any hours...but i never got any anyway.
I would show up to work about once a week around 11 o clock. There wouldn't be too many people in the morning and my coldstone managers decided to open the coldstone in the dead of winter so there were no customers. Yet they still thought the store needed an extra 10 employees standing around doing nothing so that they could have the power of telling us we're useless and send us home. I never learned how to use the cash register except through the online exercise which is isn't the same as the people actually teaching me. I mostly stayed in the back washing dishes anyway because by the time it hit 12 o clock, 6 more employees would clock in to work alongside the first four who were working till 4. Everyone wanted the chance to be the server but I could care less as long as I got my pay check in the end.
Very rarely did I have the opportunity to actually serve the customers without someone pushing me out of the serving line. Almost eryone in the store were coldstone enthusiasts except me and my friend alice. On my first day, people literally pushed me to serve the first customer and I had no idea what I was doing. Of course, they thought they were doing me a favor when actually they made a complete fool out of me. After that, everyone just considered me as a nuisance. What? my first fucking customer? sorry if I didn't memorize the damn manual and I don't have a fake smile on my face every minute of my day. You can't expect me to perfect on my first 15 minutes of work! Anyway, i got over it. When the pay check came though, the manager couldn't even pay me because there wasn't enough money being made. So instead, he cut hours. I worked for a total of 2 hours a week so I said, fuck this. I'd rather quit than trek an hour out to work via train every saturday for nothing. Well whatever, I never followed the rules anyway. They would've fire me eventually.
I served softball sized portions for the smalls and I gave whole snicker bars in the mixings instead of 1/4. I scooped at least 6 strawberries each time and i would grab a handful of m&m's when called for. And here's a direct quote from one of the few customers I served, "Wow, this coldstone serves a lot more ice cream than other coldstones!" Ya know, I figure, if this lady is gonna pay 6 dollars worth of ice cream...then I'm going to fucking give her fucking six dollars worth of ice cream. That's the price of a tub of ice cream at starmarket which in my opinion, I would rather buy than have sprinklings of cookie dough mixed into my nothing of an ice cream portion. I just really believe in paying for things that is worth my money at a reasonable price. So next time you want to indulge in overpriced ice cream, i suggest walking over to the nearest grocery store for a full tub of some good shit.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Assert yourself...and you will succeed in getting 5 year olds to walk in a straight line.
My friends think I am a little "harsh" when it comes to looking after children. They think that my tone of voice and my gestures may be a little too "extreme" for the eyes and ears of my little babies. But, you tell me how I am suppose to get 17 little children to even keep their eyes and ears open without a little "assertiveness?" I really just think that kids have an attention span of a pebble and without several snaps of the fingers, and some repeated commands, they will not submit to anything you say. I work at a day camp during the summer and well, there's kids...and more kids. There's not much I can say about the camp except the fact that it's expensive and that half of the activities we do, we don't need an expert to teach it.
Enough said, back to the little kiddies(because if I say any more, the directors will hunt me down and kill me...or worse fire me.) Anyway, so I have a bunch of wonderful little children and despite what my friends say, I really do enjoy working with my campers. I look forward to work everyday and I am always over joyed when the kids arrive at the front door with their over sized back packs half falling off their tiny little arms. I also work with a very young age around 4-5 years old. So, many of the kids have never had experience being in a room with 17 other kiddies. Some are shy, some are not. Some have low energy, some do not. Some are divas and some get pushed over. I especially like the ones that haven't developed a need to be the center of attention yet. Most of the good ones are the younger ones because they are still too young, and too innocent to really do wrong. The 5 year olds however; some just reached that time when they start talking more and start thinking more "creatively." By thinking creatively, I mean being the clever little bastards that they are and giving me sass whenever they want. With a few exceptions of the more "witty" ones, all of them are generally good kids. They may be a little rowdy at times, but none of them are bad at heart...which is why i think it's sad that they will only be young and innocent once.
These kids know nothing outside their giant mansions, and their loving mothers and nannies. Most of them come from suburban neighborhoods and some kids come into camp with designer clothing that costs more than my fuckin paycheck. But they don't know that; all they know is that their mommies and daddies put them into camp and they are expected to have fun. They don't care about their burberry swim trunks or their countless ralph lauren polos that they spill juice on everyday. They just want to have fun and do things that make them happy...and it is our job to make sure that they are happy.
I am a bit pushy and assertive when it comes to handling kids but I only do it so that we don't have to waste time standing around in the halls waiting for everyone to get in a straight line. I am not even that aggressive. I just raise my voice a little higher and i gesture a lot. But I always have a smile or a laugh at the end. I never let the kids see me get annoyed or get frustrated. I want to let them know that I am here to keep them safe, help them, get them where they need to go, and get them to have fun. I focus myself so so much on the kids that at the end of the day, my body just gives in and I legitimately shut down and die. But it's all worth it at the end..these kids will soon hit an age where they will start soaking in everything around them..good and bad and it's really up to us to keep them thinking on the good side...or at least have the best summer of their 5 year old lives before they start getting corrupted by the media...money...and society.
Enough said, back to the little kiddies(because if I say any more, the directors will hunt me down and kill me...or worse fire me.) Anyway, so I have a bunch of wonderful little children and despite what my friends say, I really do enjoy working with my campers. I look forward to work everyday and I am always over joyed when the kids arrive at the front door with their over sized back packs half falling off their tiny little arms. I also work with a very young age around 4-5 years old. So, many of the kids have never had experience being in a room with 17 other kiddies. Some are shy, some are not. Some have low energy, some do not. Some are divas and some get pushed over. I especially like the ones that haven't developed a need to be the center of attention yet. Most of the good ones are the younger ones because they are still too young, and too innocent to really do wrong. The 5 year olds however; some just reached that time when they start talking more and start thinking more "creatively." By thinking creatively, I mean being the clever little bastards that they are and giving me sass whenever they want. With a few exceptions of the more "witty" ones, all of them are generally good kids. They may be a little rowdy at times, but none of them are bad at heart...which is why i think it's sad that they will only be young and innocent once.
These kids know nothing outside their giant mansions, and their loving mothers and nannies. Most of them come from suburban neighborhoods and some kids come into camp with designer clothing that costs more than my fuckin paycheck. But they don't know that; all they know is that their mommies and daddies put them into camp and they are expected to have fun. They don't care about their burberry swim trunks or their countless ralph lauren polos that they spill juice on everyday. They just want to have fun and do things that make them happy...and it is our job to make sure that they are happy.
I am a bit pushy and assertive when it comes to handling kids but I only do it so that we don't have to waste time standing around in the halls waiting for everyone to get in a straight line. I am not even that aggressive. I just raise my voice a little higher and i gesture a lot. But I always have a smile or a laugh at the end. I never let the kids see me get annoyed or get frustrated. I want to let them know that I am here to keep them safe, help them, get them where they need to go, and get them to have fun. I focus myself so so much on the kids that at the end of the day, my body just gives in and I legitimately shut down and die. But it's all worth it at the end..these kids will soon hit an age where they will start soaking in everything around them..good and bad and it's really up to us to keep them thinking on the good side...or at least have the best summer of their 5 year old lives before they start getting corrupted by the media...money...and society.
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