The past couple days and some thoughts on life
Okay. So I need to make a post about stuff.
On Wed I saved a teenage goose's life and sunk in mud up to my hips in a public park.
It was embarrassing, but I felt damn good for saving that goose.
Karmic debt: repaid.
It was really funny because they had this dinner thing in teh courtyard between the sports center and alumni and I had to walk through it covered in mud.
Remember those videos of Woodstock when they were covered in mud from sliding and having fun and stuff? Well, that was me.
But three teenage-ish cunts were sitting at a table and giving me dirty looks. I was on the phone with Mishi (maybe La?) laughing about how I was walking home covered in nastiness and all I could think was, "From my point of view, you have nothing to live for becuase you're spending your evening at a dinner with your parents, and none of you are that pretty. So shut the fuck up, cuntrags. At least I'm pretty and having fun with my life."
Of course, that probably killed my karma again, but whatevs.
So then La came and I looked cute.
I was wearing my white-ish (it's this wierd combo of white, grey and khaki. But it's mostly white... just not really white.) skirt, pulled up a bit high so it was a bit below mid-thigh; new army green v-neck tank that gathers under my tits so they look big and then drapes so my fat is hidden (mostly); and my cowboy boots.
The cowboy boots, I think, made my legs look fat... but they're all I have that match. And if I had skinny legs, they would've been fucking hot.
I'm not letting my fat stop me from wearing the only shoes that match and they look damn cute in the context of the outfit, even if they didn't flatter my legs. And La and Tascha both said they didn't really make my legs look fat.
With my horsey clutch, which was a bit of a stretch of a match, but the green purse is broken.
I'm so mad that purse is broken, especially because it's Steph's and I don't want her to think I can't take care of her stuff. Because I can! I don't know what happened and Mommy can't figure out what's wrong with it, so obviously it can't be entirely my fault.
I could be intelligent, and take a picture. But... you know... Fuck it. I'll take one. Right now.
Brb.
Not that you'd know that I'm about to walk away... but brb anyway.
Oh, I just found pictures of my legs.
They look icky, as in chubby.
But not that muddy. They looked so much worse in person because the mud TINTED my skin.
Decomposing shit stains apparently.
Yeah, that's my graduation Tiffany's ring
Covered in shit.
Sexy.
Mmm sexy jiggly thighs.
And here's what I wore after that.
See, isn't that a cute outfit?
Anyway, so we went to Sol Azteca after taking a nice 20ish minute walk.
Which is THE most amazing authentic Mexican food ever.
We got nachitos and some sort of chicken and cheese and stuff caserole that started with Chila something.
It was orgasmic.
Good call by Lisa on that caserole thing.
I always make good calls.
Music in the car, dinner, activities... etc.
I'm great.
So then after that we went to Steph's and sat on her BEAUTIFUL OMG ORGASMIC rooftop deck and drank a bottle of red wine.
Mmmm red wine.
I wasn't drunk, but pleasantly tipsy as I walked home from MFA stop because the D train wouldn't come and La needed to catch a train at 11:55.
Some black guys in a car were like hollering at me and yelled "Hey sexy" and I flipped them off.
As they drove away they yelled obscenities.
Well, fuck you.
I don't know you, you're sketchy as hell and I'm a feminist.
I don't walk around yelling at you because you're walking alone at midnight while slightly intoxicated.
Douchebitches.
So that's all I'm writing now because I have to go to work.
Or, back to work since we started at 6:30 thisfuckingmorning.
But later I will write about:
This weekend + Journey
Fashion school?
Why I enjoy physical labor sometimes at work
General shit that will come to my mind because I always write these as stream of consciousness.