Every now and again, being that I am a somewhat attractive woman when I try really hard, I walk past a construction site and get the full treatment. Cat calls, whistles, ay mamis, and the like.
Today, I was on my way to the office, and as I walked past a group of workers, one of them caught my eye. A black wife-beater filled to the brim with muscles of all sorts of shapes and sizes, leading to a small waist,and nice tight jeans that hugged all the right places. I slowed down my pace to admire this urban Adonis. And it was pretty damn obvious that I was doing so.
He caught my eye, and I smiled, and kept staring. If I was a different kind of gal (or if I wasn't dressed like a 12 yr old boy, in a hoodie, jeans and Converse) maybe I would have stopped, or catcalled, or blown him a kiss. Alas, I kept walking, with my head whipped around (in my mind it is all slo-mo and my hair is sexily blowing around in a breeze, while I seductively saunter by. I might even have a daisy tucked behind my ear)until I couldn't see him anymore.
Ay Papi!
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Friday, June 27, 2008
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Today is One of Those Fucking Days
Today is just one of those fucking days.
I can't say anything right. I'm way too emotional. I'm being paranoid. I'm being a girl. I'm being weepy.
All I want to do is have a good cry in the bathroom. But every time I go in there, there’s someone lurking around in the last stall, or applying their mascara over the sink. It’s worse than trying to take a poo, I tell you.
I have no excuse for this emotional outburst, other than I am a girl.
I’m letting myself get OCD about things that I have no control over.
I’m also being a big baby.
Sample conversation from earlier.
Me: “I spoke to so-and-so yesterday. She sounds well.
Her: “Oh, did she tell you that she and I went to the movies the other night?”
Me: “No, she didn’t mention it”
Her: “Yea, she and I and blah blah blah saw Babel.
I stopped hearing her after I realized that she, so-and-so, and blah blah blah all went out without me. And then I said, “Well, maybe next time you guys will invite me to go with you.”
Nothing like putting your friend on the spot like that. You wanna hear total silence on the other end of the phone? Be a paranoid freakshow like myself and you can hear a pin drop.
Ugh. I’m one of THOSE girls today.
Dammit.
I can't say anything right. I'm way too emotional. I'm being paranoid. I'm being a girl. I'm being weepy.
All I want to do is have a good cry in the bathroom. But every time I go in there, there’s someone lurking around in the last stall, or applying their mascara over the sink. It’s worse than trying to take a poo, I tell you.
I have no excuse for this emotional outburst, other than I am a girl.
I’m letting myself get OCD about things that I have no control over.
I’m also being a big baby.
Sample conversation from earlier.
Me: “I spoke to so-and-so yesterday. She sounds well.
Her: “Oh, did she tell you that she and I went to the movies the other night?”
Me: “No, she didn’t mention it”
Her: “Yea, she and I and blah blah blah saw Babel.
I stopped hearing her after I realized that she, so-and-so, and blah blah blah all went out without me. And then I said, “Well, maybe next time you guys will invite me to go with you.”
Nothing like putting your friend on the spot like that. You wanna hear total silence on the other end of the phone? Be a paranoid freakshow like myself and you can hear a pin drop.
Ugh. I’m one of THOSE girls today.
Dammit.
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