Yesterday I met this girl. She was standing in the doorway of a building I was walking into, and as I approached, she greeted me by saying, "You looking fierce." She was rather large, black, and most definitely a lesbian. We exchanged names, and when I extended my hand to shake hers, she said abrazame, so I hugged her and went on my way (before she said encantada, and I replied mucho gusto).

Today, I saw her getting arrested. As she was handcuffed and being rather aggressively led into the police car by presumably racist cops, she yelled, "Shoot me motherfucker! Shoot me!"

I am alive,
I am alive,
and that is the best that I can do.

Oy with the kittens already.

Today I was running with Rachel when we passed by two black cats. One of them ran away, but the other just sat there. So we stopped and partied with it. It was so adorable and sweet, I cuddled with it for like half an hour on the side of the road. Since my Dad moved to San Pedro and took Leo with him, I've been completely deprived of that basic, primitive comfort. It was very soothing.

P.S. How slutty is it (say on a scale of 1-10) if you have sex with one guy with lunch, and another with dinner?

Hypothetically speaking, of course.