Thursday, July 23, 2009 

It's that time again...

I wish (some) of you were here to help celebrate my "oldie first" birthday next week!

My Wish List

Tuesday, July 14, 2009 


I possess a demeanor that I refer to as Bitchface. It's not something that I actively or even consciously cultivated, but I guess it's there because I just don't look jolly walking through the city.

When walking alone down the street, I am often accosted by men unknown to me trying to cajole me into grinning for some reason. It's happened since I was young. I'll be minding my own business, trying to get where I'm going and some asshat will say something like "Ooh, girl you should smile!" or just "Smile."

I admit that I used to just smile and be on my way. Even relatively recently, no matter how I felt, I'd comply with the demand to smile. What the hell was that about? Why do random people feel they have the right to: a) talk to me; and b) demand something like a change of emotion for their benefit? It's bizarre. And rude. And it happens all the time. I guess the more important question is why did go ahead and smile at them?

The other morning, I was walking to BART, and some drunk guy, literally lying on the sidewalk, looked up at me and said "Smile, baby." I didn't. Instead, I stopped and said "Who the fuck are you? You don't know me. Why should I smile for you, asshole?" He just looked at me and mumbled "Whatever." So, I turned and continued walking. And as I walked away, I noticed I was smiling.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009 

Just popping in...

So, Scottie and I are FB friends. I'm happy to report that he is fine and well and soon to be a father! Of course, I think he should have knocked me up: I have a proven track record of producing cute kids. :)

I sent the crush a message that wasn't answered for over a week. In the meantime, I had run into this person and this person's girlfriend at the park...awkward. Oh, well. I suppose I'm really just looking for a distraction - when, in fact, I should be looking for a job.

Oh! I did have sex (yes, with another person, thankyouverymuch). I'd met him last September, and we went out last Thursday. He's a nice guy, but he left the next day for LA, so... WHATEVER!! The important thing is that he is the first person I've had sex with, er, intercourse with since the break-up over a year ago. No worries - you never really forget. It was like riding a bike. A girthy bike. Is that even a word? It should be.

Anyhoo: I love this picture: