The Break-UpIt was the worst day of my life. I'd spilled my coffee on my new white shirt in the morning. That afternoon, I got blamed for misfiling some paperwork. I got home that evening and had a fight with my girlfriend over something stupid, which led to us yelling and saying awful things that would surely be regretted someday, and she ( Read more... )

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So I just got some silver hoop earrings for Christmas. Since then, quite a few people have said that I look great, but not for any particular reason. I didn't remember this until recently, but in her last book, Caramelo, Sandra Cisneros says that no Mexican girl should go out without her hoop earrings. Then my mother-in-law told me how "Latina" I ( Read more... )

...why is it that Mexicans are only early when you want them to be late?

It is considered extremely rude to drop a large, stinky LOAD in a restroom that's in a small, unventilated office.

Now let's get one thing straight: I'm Mexican. My girlfriend is not. She would really like to be, though. She claims to be Mexican because her retarded brother married (and then divorced) a Mexican woman and had three kids with her. She claims that since she's related to Mexicans, she herself is a Mexican ( Read more... )

...in no particular order. These are also subject to change from moment to moment, depending on what is most embarassing/glaringly obvious/remembered from hazy drunken nights over time. Have fun. Laugh. Giggle. Shiver. Squee. Because then its your turn ( Read more... )

Freak- INFJ

26% Extraversion, 53% Intuition, 33% Thinking, 60% Judging

Well, well, well. How did someone like you end up with the least common ( Read more... )

When I was four, I picked up the horrible habit of biting my nails. For ten years, I chewed my nails down to a stub. It took that long to realize just how unhygienic that was, and when I did, I was rather disgusted with myself, and so gave up the habit. Since I realized how gross it was (biting my nails put my own saliva all over my fingertips - ( Read more... )

So Saturday night, I attended the office Christmas party for EyeMasters. My boss did a shot of Rumplemintz (seriously, it was bad) at the table, and then we went to Rebar. And I remembered that I don't have the first clue about men. Thank God I'm a lesbian ( Read more... )