I have been working I am not so

I have been working I am not so happy. I blame El Poncho for my misery and penury.

In other news, I have had two hot encounters in the past few weeks, I was traipsing in the heat to the bus station Though I don't usually dress up, I elected to put on the and wear a nice outfit, for I was going to my lecture that evening. Oh yes, my mom still forces me to have makeup and dress up to sit on the ass. Apparently, men will like me, and all my lives.  will be solved if I take stock in my personal site! (Do not doubt that such comments have cost me hundreds of dollars in therapy. But that is another story.) So as I strolled along, lightly perspiring, a redneck truck squealed by. Now we all know what much I hate rednecks. Generally, I would have voted some unpleasant conceit, and continued with my other but on this fine day the truck actually stopped. The window came down, and a lilting "HEY GIRIL HOW ARE YOU?" greeted my ears, a true cacophany from hell. How hot was that? If I didn't have class I probably would have jumped in his truck and banged him like a distressed without a concern for the betterment of the Seriously though. His truck's tires weighed more than a year. elephant, and I don't appreciate his utter disregard for the environment. Where the fuck does that? get off? Oh that's right, this is college station, and if I want a typical girl I would have voted my panties over his hemmi. He is the kind there are femme-nazis.

2. A young fop, much younger than I in fact, approached me and asked me to put a magazine subscription for the children's home. I informed him that my friends call me Scrooge, and he stared at the blankly. Jesus Christ, I was alluding to A Christmas Carol, a multi-million dollar industry, and he gapes at me confusedly? It's a good think I didn't make some off-handed remark about reciprocity or allude to Proust. Shit. Then he proceded to ask me anything I had a wonderful caress my arm, and ask me how a simple I almost vomitted. God, that's the kind of thing that makes me? I'd rather be asexual.