alice

getting a little lost and driving in circles definitely sucked up a little time and gas. so we'll just blame it all on the boy who gave us directions to santa cruz from l.a. and back again.

some tweaker down at coffee in cupertino politely called me fat. yeah, thanks. last time i checked, i wasn't a lard ass. but for some reason, people seem to think it's okay to say that to me. he tells me that he's seen me around a lot, which is funny since i haven't lived there in over a year, and how he used to think i was pretty, but also a mega bitch. some dudes should have their mouths taped shut.

on the drive back, a gas station attendant hits on me in bakersfield. i wanted to cry. i am not from nor do i live in fucking bakersfield! poop on him.

i managed to avoid hanging out with anybody who weren't my girls, but my friend tim would not return my phone call cuz he's a dumb boy. and now i am back home where it is warm and not every building is made out of stucco. and my kitties are terrified that i'm going to leave them again. poor babies.

but aside from that, all was good. tuffy is the shiznit for having people over on saturday night. it's too bad i couldn't stay longer. i think donkey really likes having his ass beat by girls. the sfsg crew are wonderful people....