Woke up this morning with no voice. This is what happens when you chain smoke half a pack of cigarettes in three hours.
A coworker asked me what happened. I wrote on a sheet of paper "too many blow jobs."
Thinking about it, I've reached a new level of awesome. Damn near perfect. I can be obscene but not heard!
May you all have a great hair day. Love you all queerly.
Went to my brother's wedding met him wife for first time ever. Got in a fight with him. Gave her my water. She owes me $2.50 for that.
Went to a resturant for the reception. Sat outside and chain smoked.
My friend came to pick me up. We were driving home. Ended up at a strip club with $200 in singles.
The guy at the door in the suit didn't want to let us in because we needed a male escort. We asked why. Apparently most single women that go there are either 1. Hookers 2. Looking for their man 3. Potential competition for the strippers. We were none of those so he let us in "this one time."
Met a stripper named Josie (not even making that up). She said I was cute then let me feel up her boobs. Touched her nipple. When her shift ended she wanted to hangout with us and bitch about her boyfriend. I liked her lots. She said we looked like fremont hookers. I want to marry her.
Now its time to eat McDONALD'S and masturbate. My life is cool.
Holy Cow, it's time for an update.
I'm working to much. It's starting to wear me down but I'm determined to keep it up until the end of the year.
This shit is going international! I'm planning a trip before the end of the year to Mexico. Going to Juarez with my family in November. I'll also be going to another part of Mexico to visit where my Mother is laid to rest. This should be very interesting since my Spanish closely resembles shit. I'll be alone during the longest trip. Anyone want to watch my dogs?
This coming Saturday a new buddy of mine invited me to a party in a suite at the Lake Las Vegas resort. His musical group will be shooting a video then having a project x style celebration after. He wants me in the video!
In other news I'm dating a young man. He's unlike anyone else I've ever dated. First of all he's not white. Secondly he's not older than me. In fact he's four years younger than I ! This doesn't need stating but I'll say it anyway. He's not my boyfriend. There's not potential for a relationship. He's really fun, young and attractive. Life hasn't bitch slapped him yet so he's still sweet and ambitious. Poor fool :)
On the topic of men. They must not realize how many times a day a girl gets hit on. Just say hello that'll get you further. Since most of you reading this are married dudes it doesn't matter.
I'll be working a double today. Working 5am to 2pm at first job, start at 4 pm and off at 11:30pm at the part time. Home by 12:30am up at 3am to be at work at 4am on Wednesday. Needless to say I'm going to miserable and cranky. You won't like me when I'm cranky :) Thursday will be the next day I'll be functional.
Love you all queerly!!
Some weeks back I had a Twitter conversation with JT88keys, wherein he mentioned shaving his head. I responded with some bad cancer patient joke. To which he replied, he'd never be mistaken for having cancer because he's got some meat on his bones.
Ok ok I know I'm an asshole for making cancer jokes. They're tasteless, as am I. Both my parents and older brother have had cancer. It's terrible and frightening, therefore I must make jokes.
Back to my conversation with JT, it reminded me of another interaction from a few years back. Without further ado here is, crazy stuff my friends say.
I met Adrian while I was still in high school he was a mentor for our Hispanic Student Union and close friend to the group advisor. Adrian remained in my lige through mutual friends and involvement in various organizations such as lulac.
He was the child of Mexican immigrants, grew up here in Las Vegas. An alumni of my high school and college. He became a successful lawyer with his own firm. Later in his career he became an immigration attorney for Catholic Charities. Seriously what a great guy.
One day I saw Adrian shopping at my work. He looked good! You see he had previously been fat. By the looks of it he had lost at least 100lbs and shaved his head to.
"Adrian its so good to see you! Wow you look amazing! You lost so much weight!"
"Hi girl, yes, I did. Cancer will do that to you. Lost all my hair to." He said with a twinkle in his eye and a warm smile on his face.
Turns out he had been fighting cancer for some time at that point. Losing a lot of weight in the process. He was in remission when we met this day. In celebration of his better health he told me he would be running his first half marathon. He did in fact run several.
The cancer did return. He was actively being treated when he caught the flu which turned to pneumonia. Weeks passed we followed his Facebook updates about the flu not getting better. Finally he made the trip to the hospital. Sadly he passed away from complications.
He was a true champion for the dispossessed. His loss is still felt by all who knew him. He continues to inspire us. Since he wouldn't want this to end on a sad note I'll share my favorite photos of him.
Oh no, we go to keep on moving! That's my shit! I'm back. Fully rested and never animal tested! I'm feeling tons better.
There aren't words to express my gratitude for your concern and kindness. I'll give you a simple, thank you.
Tomorrow is a big day for me. If it goes well I'll tell you about it. If it doesn't then it will be promptly erased from my memory.
Some very unpleasant things happened to me last night. They have prompted me to examine my life. I'll be back soonish.
* When I wrote this I was upset. Not in a mood to communicate. I have no issues with being honest. Here's the story.
On Saturday night a group of coworkers gathered at a local bar to celebrate a birthday.
Much fun was had. Many drinks were consumed in a 5 hour period. We all left at 5am ish when the sun was peeking over the mountains.
A former co-worker asked me to give him a ride because it was on my way home. When we arrived at his house he asked me if I wanted to come inside. I declined. He leaned over to hug and kiss me. To which I didn't protest since he's a good looking guy. Who I mistakenly believed to be decent.
We kissed for a few minutes. It was fun. Then without my permission or noticed reached into my pants. This I wasn't comfortable with. I grabbed his hand and pushed it away, telling him to stop. Over and over. He did not in fact stop. He pushed back harder against me. In the process hurting me physically and making me feel violated.
He continued to try to kiss me. I no longer allowed him to touch me. He then tried to get me to come inside. For what seemed a life time he wouldn't leave my car. I kept repeating myself, " Get out of my car and don't touch me. You need to leave." He finally did.
After 5 or so hours of drinking and festivities with my friends I wasn't thinking all that clearly. I'm sure I could have handled the situation better.
In closing, I feel betrayed and embarrassed. We worked together for some time, forming what I thought were warm feelings for each other as comrades through the perils of retail.
For the time being I don't want to be friendly outgoing or anything else. I want to shrink away from the world. It could have been much worse, for that I'm glad. I'll be fine, so don't cry for me Argentina.
I'll be back, scout's honor.
