Cupid's aim may be good, but mine is better!
Happy Valentine's Day!
Friday, February 13, 2009
Last Monday (on my drive to work), I noticed a chubby raccoon in the fast lane's emergency break down area. He looked so cute laying on his tummy, with his head resting in his paws. His soul had left his body to go visit the little Baby Jebus. His body; however, is still on the 22/605 freeway on-ramp (5 days later), waiting for Cal Trans to come scoop him up. What surprises me is that there is a pair of red tail hawks that perch themselves on a light post, a few yards from him, that haven't taken care of him. You'd think that they would tear him up in a feeding frenzy. What happened to the circle of life? Why is everyone ignoring this poor creature?!
During lunch today, I was surfing Flickr and came across something that I've seen many times but never knew what it was. You see all of those silvery chingaderas in the picture above? Those are called Ex Votos...basically some Catholic jewelry that has to do with something that I forgot...but you can look it up on Wikipedia. I always thought it was just some Catholic jewelry that women got when they completed their Bat Mitzvah training and really had no religious meaning to them. I remember my grandmother had a small one with her initials engraved on it. [Note to self: remember to go through mom's jewelery box the next time you visit]. I think I can rock an Ex Voto on a chain.
What do y'all think about the silver crown in the pic below? Do you think I can get away with this at the clubs? Very Akasha, Queen of the Damned, no? Let the haters stare, I'm used to it!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
This really pisses me off (click it to make it readable).
How is this fair when the state takes MY money up front, even earns interest on it, and then denies me repayment. I've got bills to pay, shoes to buy, vacations to make, but I guess all of that happiness is put on hold until the Controller feels like giving me my money.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Last Friday, whilst (yes, whilst) I was driving around town, looking for someplace semi-healthy to grab lunch, I noticed 3 "Neighborhood Safety" cars that had just pulled over one of the city's most wanted. They had this criminal sitting on the curb, whilst 2 wannabe police officers stood around smirking, whilst the third wrote up a citation.
On the hood of one of the cars was the confiscated contraband. Three boxes full of glistening, juicy & ripe (just like me), strawberrys (-berries?).
Ok, fine...so the little Latina field worker was guilty of letting a few cases slip into the back of her truck before THE MAN returned from his 3 hour lunch, only to sell the berrys (berries?) at a discount on the streets of L.A....what's the crime here? I'd save a few bucks, she'd make a few bucks, and Farmer John still makes a profit. Seriously, what's the crime here?
As I drove away from the drive thru window of McDonald's some salad bar fast food joint, I had such a craving for some strawberrys (-berries?)