Everyday, when I get off work, approximately 6:15pm, I see the same tall slender mexican boy. He's dressed from head to toe in mariachi attire, carrying an acoustic mariachi guitar under his arm, and walking down National Blvd. What is the universe trying to tell me?
My mom told me this morning to eat raisins when I'm on my period. Why? Because they're high in Iron, and I'm losing blood, therefore eating raisins will give me more energy. That whole thought process creeped me the fuck out. And I've found I'm not too fond of raisins.
American Apparel takes borderline pornographic photographs of "normal" girls. I went on their website the other day, and on the home page was a whole spread of a freakishly skinny ethnic girl, tits galore. The leggings didn't quite grab my attention to be honest.
I watched a special on global warming last night. It basically told me we're fucked, and there's nothing we can do unless we find a legitimate eco friendly way to produce energy. "We" being corporate america, who would willingly sacrafice our existance for a buck. And in 2035, we'll still be around to see the affects. I was left feeling extremely discouraged, but regardless I'm going to do my part.
Chelsea and I chanted "NO ON 8! NO ON 8!!" Past a group of Yes protesters on Saturday, along with some fuck you's and middle fingers. Yes a tad out of line, but those Christian homophobic Simi Vallians could use a good fuck you from time to time.
Halloween is just around the corner. I'm being Ultimate Warrior, and my boyfriend is being Macho Man Randy Savage. I'm so stoked.
With all that said, have a happy/safe/drunken halloween, vote no on 8, turn off your lights, americanapparel.net=boobs, blood, raisins, and mariachi bands.
jessie - outro. :)
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