ohana means jack shit

so i get a text from someone mass texting everyone in their phone saying that their number has changed, and i texted back asking "who is this" and then after that i got the second part of the text that said that it was david perkins. then my retard father texts me saying " gee thanx. if you read the whole text you would know it is just one of the 2 people that helped bring you into this world."

ASS. i wanted to say, yeah you brought me here but definitely didnt do shit to keep me alive. i freaking hate that i share half of my genes with this immature douche bag. he acts like its my fault we lost touch, that it's my freaking fault HE moved all over the freaking united states and never called me. yeah, what's a six year old to do? how the crap am i supposed to know who it is when he texts me from some random number once every other year?

ugh.

rant over.

I see these losers everywhere

I found this while reading the Washington Post this morning.

Ha ha, it's kind of funny that I'm not the only one annoyed by these pests:

I stopped wearing makeup

Working downtown is a constant struggle between being able to do what I like (i.e. looking nice), and being able to do what I can to not get accosted. It's easy to stick out in this part of town if you're dressed in clothes that either are a) clean or b) not a bright purple/mustard/lightning blue colored polyester suit. Things are also more difficult if you're a girl, as I am. Just the other day, I was picking up some takeout (this city does boast some pretty good thai) and on my way back to my car, this black guy - wearing what I took to be one of Cliff Huxtable's old sweaters, and, of course, bling - started hooting at me like an owl from his parked rusty white minivan. Nice.

I realize that really this happens to everybody everywhere, but when it happens in my specific area it's so much more annoying and violating. So I basically made up my mind last week to stop wearing things that make me presentable since it's such a waste. First thing on my list was to nix the makeup in the morning, and opt for a more "fresh" appearance. I'm sure it was probably very shocking to my co-workers, as I am one of those people who look completely different when going bare. Maybe ugly is the word I'm going for, which is perfect for my plan in surviving this city. I don't know what's scarier: My makeup free skin or getting hollered at by the toothless parking lot attendants by Comerica Park.

I've noticed since last week that my skin has gotten a lot glowier though in the absense of my suffocating makeup, and I'm kindof liking being ignored at the gas station now. I'm going to jet tail it to Sephora this weekend to stock some products that will induce a healthier makeup-free complexion, because while not making myself up has become my drastic plan of action, letting myself go and being completely ugly is just pushing it. I love fabulousness, after all.