Today I remembered this time when my best friend Rosita ate half a tuna sangwitch that she found on the streetcar. I said to her, "Girl, are you fuckin crazy! You can't just eat sangwitches you find on the streetcar."
She got all mad and said, "I can eat whatever I want so leave me fuckin alone okay."
So I did. I think she was hungry cause she di-int have any food for a day cause she was poor. But after she ate it she turned green and started puking all over the streetcar. It was so gross I'm serious!
Don't eat sangwitches you find on the streetcar!
But the reason I remembered that was cause I was on the streetcar today and I heard these two dumbass chiquitas talking like they was the Queens of Sheeba! I swear, one of them goes, "I don't understand my math homework cause I'm not good with the right side of my brain."
I'm like, "ARe you on fuckin crack? How the fuck you know what side of the brain is thinking stuff? What, when you think of math do you feel like bubbles on that side... or maybe you hear some calculater, or maybe your head gets heavy on that side?"
What the fuck!
I swear to god some people are so stupid.
I say, use your whole fuckin brain and drop out of math.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
I AM SMENITA
I wood like to introduce myself.
My name is Smenita.
I decided to start this blob, which I now know isn't called a blob, but is called a "blog", because I have a lot of thoughts in my head which don't get very much respect.
I see other people's blogs and sometimes I leave comments, but people just make fun of me and pretend to be people they are not.
I won't pretend.
I am Smenita, and I'm proud.
Some things about me which people know but make fun of:
My boyfriend is short. He's not a midget, like they say at K-Dough's Canada. He's only short cause his dad smokes a lot. My boyfriend drives a truck, which once he used to run over his uncle Luigi. His uncle is dead now, but not from being run over by a truck. He died later that day from "natural" causes.
My gramma was a midget. But I love my gramma more than anything. She is so smart she was even in a magazine once for how smart she is.
My best friend is Rosita. She tells me everything and i tell her everything.
Rosita and I decided to become feminists because we think there are so many bad men who say bad things about women. Plus, man are hairy and usually smell bad. My boyfriend doesn't smell bad, but that's probably because I bought him some Brut at WalMart. Like they say, "The King Bee Gets the Honey". Ha ha. I'm the honey.
Okay bye for now. We talk soon, kay?
My name is Smenita.
I decided to start this blob, which I now know isn't called a blob, but is called a "blog", because I have a lot of thoughts in my head which don't get very much respect.
I see other people's blogs and sometimes I leave comments, but people just make fun of me and pretend to be people they are not.
I won't pretend.
I am Smenita, and I'm proud.
Some things about me which people know but make fun of:
My boyfriend is short. He's not a midget, like they say at K-Dough's Canada. He's only short cause his dad smokes a lot. My boyfriend drives a truck, which once he used to run over his uncle Luigi. His uncle is dead now, but not from being run over by a truck. He died later that day from "natural" causes.
My gramma was a midget. But I love my gramma more than anything. She is so smart she was even in a magazine once for how smart she is.
My best friend is Rosita. She tells me everything and i tell her everything.
Rosita and I decided to become feminists because we think there are so many bad men who say bad things about women. Plus, man are hairy and usually smell bad. My boyfriend doesn't smell bad, but that's probably because I bought him some Brut at WalMart. Like they say, "The King Bee Gets the Honey". Ha ha. I'm the honey.
Okay bye for now. We talk soon, kay?
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