i kinda liked this shot of the weird old knobby thing.

Fr:Dane

"there is a topless woman 5 feet away from us on the beach. she is laying on her back with all her boobies in the air."

ps

For J.S.S.S.K

Cali Rays

Cowabunga!

Hapy Birthdy

To my dear friend Katie Gerber. She asked me specifically to "spotlight" her on her birthday. Well, I am a bad friend and didn't get onto my computer until today. So, sorry this is late. But on the plus side, it's not late because as everyone knows, although your birthday might be over and done, it's still yours for another 10 days! Congrats! So I've decided to analyze your name K. (or whatever this is called).
K- is for kind. As in the kind of person you wanna hang around with all day. As in, she cooks me yummy food when i'm at her place and takes me out to yummy places to eat i.e. del taco. She is great at letting people borrow her stuff and she never gets mad when people take stuff without asking.
A- is for American Indian. Hailing from Arizona, Katie comes complete with her own wolf and feathers!

T- is for tan. It must be the Indian blood coursing through her veins. (She's part skinwalker you know.) I only came home to California to try and become blacker than her.
I- is for IIUU. Or as urbandictionary.com puts it, IIUU "Stands for "illegal, immoral, unhealthy, unsafe." Applies to a lot of things. Used by several youth groups as a mantra or a sign of solidarity or pledging. You'll often see graffiti of it in rough urban areas. Pronounced double I double U." Cool huh? I love it. Definitely K.
E- is for effing rad. I would have put the real word on but her name's not Kaftie. Thanks K for being so rad and wearing your grammas shoes so we had something to talk about our first dutch sesh together. You have hot hair, hot kicks and hot threads. Miss your face.



Don't get pisd, its your happy day!

Gone m.i.a?

Besides the lack of new posts (please forgive me one and all), there are a few other things that I've been lacking. Such as things to do, places to go, a closet, and a bed. Sharing a hot stuffy room with two of my younger sisters is already taking its toll. The ever decreasing 83$ left in my bank account is also a persistent reminder of my desperate need of a place with decent pay that's willing to hire some poor college kid in need of a job for less than 2 months.
Drinking ten tons of rootbeer a day, tanlines to make a zebra jealous, and only the best rapper alive can be found blaring from my speakers;
It must be summer.
Bring on the trashy food, trashy music, and even trashier clothes, it's California Love!

Pet Peeves

What I hate more than anything is people telling me how to do my job. It may be surprising I understand, but I have been properly trained for the position I hold. But it really erks my chain when people feel the need to not listen to me or disobey my orders. I.e the stupid lady who came over last night at work and asked me to clean up her stupid bloody leg. Asking for Kleenex to wipe it up (which would have obviously gotten stuck in her open wound) and then rejecting my offer of an alcohol prep pad to clean the wound because "it would sting". Fine. So I gave her a gauze pad and shoved it up her stupid fat arse.

Also, I have a spanish paper due at 2pm today. Which I havent started. Hello online translator.

Post Script: I do apologize for my overuseage of Italics.