Sweet beard of Zeus!
Could today kick the shit out of me just a LITTLE bit more, please?
Ever have one of those days?
The one where no one big thing happened to make it bd? It was just a non-stop series of little, irritating things that wore you down till all you wanted to do was hide under the covers and cry?
Not that I would cry, of course...I'm big Mr Macho...pfft.
I finally righted the ship around 4-something. Got out, drove around, cleared my head, enjoyed the silence.
Had Chinese, and according to my fortune cookie "Great thoughts come from the heart"
Sounds like me, I'm a feeler, not a thinker.
Also according to the fortune cookie, "Ping-guo" means apple.
Which, through no real logical train of thought brings me to this rant. High school Spanish class. WTF was that all about? Sure, it's important to know a foreign language...but what did I really learn? I can count to a thousand, could name body parts, and could conjugate some verbs. None of which would do me a damn bit of good in Mexico. Where's the "I am an American citizen, please direct me to the US Embassy"? How about the "your horrible water has given me the worst case of the shits, please direct me to the closest clean bathroom - andele!" Why not the "I hear you can see women fucking donkeys, please lead the way senor"?
My best chance of surviving an emergency situation en Espanol would be to just start screaming the words and phrases I know and hope people think I'm fucking nuts and leave me alone, or direct me to a hospital. "levantese, sinetese, cierra la boca por favor, callate! uno dos tres..."
"man, thees greengo....he ees stoopid...let's leave him alone"
At the very least, they really should teach you all the profanity, so you'll know when people are cursing at you.
Am I right or what?
update: bidding on THIS cool print for my house's happy makover...keen, aint it?
Could today kick the shit out of me just a LITTLE bit more, please?
Ever have one of those days?
The one where no one big thing happened to make it bd? It was just a non-stop series of little, irritating things that wore you down till all you wanted to do was hide under the covers and cry?
Not that I would cry, of course...I'm big Mr Macho...pfft.
I finally righted the ship around 4-something. Got out, drove around, cleared my head, enjoyed the silence.
Had Chinese, and according to my fortune cookie "Great thoughts come from the heart"
Sounds like me, I'm a feeler, not a thinker.
Also according to the fortune cookie, "Ping-guo" means apple.
Which, through no real logical train of thought brings me to this rant. High school Spanish class. WTF was that all about? Sure, it's important to know a foreign language...but what did I really learn? I can count to a thousand, could name body parts, and could conjugate some verbs. None of which would do me a damn bit of good in Mexico. Where's the "I am an American citizen, please direct me to the US Embassy"? How about the "your horrible water has given me the worst case of the shits, please direct me to the closest clean bathroom - andele!" Why not the "I hear you can see women fucking donkeys, please lead the way senor"?
My best chance of surviving an emergency situation en Espanol would be to just start screaming the words and phrases I know and hope people think I'm fucking nuts and leave me alone, or direct me to a hospital. "levantese, sinetese, cierra la boca por favor, callate! uno dos tres..."
"man, thees greengo....he ees stoopid...let's leave him alone"
At the very least, they really should teach you all the profanity, so you'll know when people are cursing at you.
Am I right or what?
update: bidding on THIS cool print for my house's happy makover...keen, aint it?
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He's rad. That poster's rad. Good luck.
I dressed as a devil girl one year. Just body paint and a thong.