Facebook, you're a fucking gossip.

Hung out with Tracey last night.  It was amazing and sad, but more amazing, a grown ass women's slumber party.  Tracey didn't cry.  She could have but didn't, she just drank more wine, and I laughed at the shit she said.  I was drunk off sangria and happy, and trying to be happy too, for her sake.  She just found out, that the asshole who had been the love of her life, was getting married to some dumb boring bitch, engaged to someone we didn't know, thank god, so we can call her a dumb, fucking ugly, stupid, boring cunt, because we need to, so we don't cry.  Oh Facebook, do you know how many hearts you've broken?   

Jason: We Were Like High School Drop Out Lovers

Jason was the funnest sex I ever had.  Here is one story.  Jason was in the process of moving out of his apartment and he wanted to get rid of a few things.  He asked me if I wanted some of his porn DVD's.  Of course, I said yes.   Yes because it was ridiculous and yes because I wanted them.  So he brought out this huge stack of uncovered DVD's and he sorted them into two piles.  The porn he wanted to keep and the ones for me.   He deeply considered each DVD before placing them in one of the two stacks.  Basically, he kept all the 18 year old girl porno, and I got all the rest.  I loved him.

New York

Dancer at xxxxxx, NY (paraphrased from Libby):

Real Latin Women who are Cuban are more quiet, heavily sexual, other Latin women find some small detail about being Latin and make it loud, they flaunt it.


She tells me that I need to change myself so that I can find a man.  I don't want to find a man.  Its difficult for men to understand my interest in martial arts.  Either they want me to quit or they want to fetishize it in some strange way.  Like they want me to beat them up.  I think women should be able to be strong.  Sometimes men think I'm a tranny, I'm not a tranny, I'm menstruating right now.  If I want to be myself and be involved in martial arts or do something artistic, Latin men can't accept that.  If I want to go out to a place on a date the Dominican guys won't go anywhere, where white people are.  


We're women, we're accepting.  

She said she gave up trying to find a man to understand her, or accept her.  She dates women now.- Libby

My Luck

Last night, attempting to relax with a couple of beers and a few cigarettes quietly at my neighborhood bar, I became reacquainted with that phenomenon of people not being able to resist the temptation to talk to you when you obviously don't want to be bothered. For some reason, this phenomenon is extremely prevalent in guys who frankly just don't have a chance. Since my little escapade last night isn't much of a story, let's just say I was flirting with someone who had this beard.

O, Holy Night...

Over the course of the holidays, I do what many twenty-somethings tend to do, and that is meet up with old friends. Last night, I met up with such a friend. Somehow, after embarking on separate lives at distant colleges and then graduate schools, and finally cities on opposite coasts, we have managed to retain and even strengthen our teenage bond. We go back, way back, all the way to all-girls, Catholic high school. And, because her parents live amidst the rolling hills of a wealthy suburb of our midwestern hometown, our destination for merrymaking was an equally midwestern, so-called "dive bar." Nestled between two major freeways, in proximity to the biggest shopping mall in town and hundreds of beautiful suburban estates, this little spot has a unique and unusual charm. The true pathos of the human condition ekes forth from every cranny. For example, the same bartender has worked here since we have begun frequenting this place as of our 21st birthdays. That is 6 years, at least, of dedicated service to an establishment of many-a-solid Bud Light, fries, spicy ribs and cigarettes. (Please note that as of January 4, however, we will no longer be able to smoke at this historic venue.)

The Brownie with the Most Patches Wins

Libby and I made up this game where you get a special brownie patch for every bad thing you don't do, which you would normally have done before in the past, consistently and with pleasure. 

In this game you get good girl patches like the Brownie Scouts of America for building a fire, pitching a tent, and not going home with that townie who smells like pizza because you were too tired to drive home.  For that achievement you get the "Not Going Home With a Pizza Smelling Townie" patch.