When I was Cadillac, Coupe Deville, and Chicken Head Drillin'

rant : i beseech and implore you: what the fuck is wrong with people? it seriously has become kind of boggling how absolutely dipshited people can be in the face of things they don't know, can't comprehend, aren't used to, or whatever you will have. why? is it so hard to just get over your fucking self and see the bigger picture? why is it so hard to put the proverbial eggs in the basket, suck it up, and just go for something that isn't necessarily the most obvious or comfortable thing to do.. for the benefit of growing as a person and exploring new things? i'm just at a loss. why sheild yourself from experiences and "things" out of some sick, and often negligent, need for self preservation and maintaining your norm? that's right, ethan, my dear, just go eat fucking sushi with us on saturday--expand your fuckin horizons! assbastard!

gay admission : if i were that kind of girl..i'd so be in love with eitan. tee hee.

thought: is there anything more glorious, than the pfoof?

experience: as i was making the trek to downtown albany (god, i'm ashamed to admit that..seriously..) at 9pm last night to go see my friend dan who's in town on business, i saw this guy in the middle of the right lane flailing--frantically flailing. so, nice me--but only nice when it's still kind of light outside, pulled over, and this guy comes running at me...not like..run, but like the run you see guys do with the little hop and skip in it....and is like: "help me! my boyfriend and i totally have a flat, can you change a tire?" lucky for him, i do. so gay and gayer sat there on the shoulder of the road, flailing, screaming, and going "oh my god, how did this happen" (picture it in the gayest voice ever)...while i sit there changing their tire. unfortunately, gayer was getting really upset about the prospect of them being late to their friends birthday and started tearing up...to which gay said "you're such a homo sometimes, seriously, stop crying, like oh my god, stop!"...and what does gayer do? gayer pulls out some straight ballerina moves, and kicks gay in the fuckin chest..and gay goes flying over...and starts crying along with gayer who's still crying over being late to the birthday party...and i'm sitting there changing their fuckin tire. so i finish, say have a good night, they say thank you...and just before they get in to their car, gayer says "girl, hag's are a riot huh?". word, homo, word.

deep thought: when someone needs you, there is no drug like that.

qualm: totally happy with the fact i managed to lose 12lbs in the past two weeks (mostly in part to drinking too much last weekend..but hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth), not really cool with the fact that none of my clothes fit anymore, and that i can't make my belt any tighter because my pants do that gay bunching up thing....what's a poor girl to do?

randomness: roller coaster of LOOOOVEE! say wha? ohhhhh yeeeeaaaa it's a love rollercoaster...

idea: i'm 5'7''...and i go straight from tits to legs....but that doesn't mean i want my pants to be sitting right below my bra's underwire because that's where my waist happens to start....and no, low rise doesn't help..it just means they sit a little below where my waist is.....so instead, i get pants big enough to sit around my hips, so they aren't sitting right under my neck, but then they're 5 inches longer than i need, and i have to get them hemmed..blah blah blah. why don't they just institute a size sytem like guys? so i can walk in..get my 30x34 or whatever, and not have to deal with this shit?

inquiry: how do people who are good kissers, suck at fucking?

more randomness: i came home from work, and my dog greeted me at the door, followed by my cat. picked up my cat to give her a kiss, and i shit you not, the minute i put her down, my dog got her in a sleeper hold.

realization: i'm worth so much more....and i can get so much better.