Inebriated
Me + Droid X + Vignette + alcohol + Ambien = um?
A couple of days ago I downloaded the camera app Vignette, which I guess is supposed to be the Hipstamatic for Android or whatever. I’ve never bothered with a camera app, but it was mentioned on a tech site I was reading so I downloaded the demo and it’s awesome. It basically makes every picture look stupidly dramatic. I took a picture of my breakfast at work and it came out looking like it’s supposed to symbolize something. Of course, the next order of business is of course taking pictures of myself while something to the left of sober and then not remembering it. This was on my desktop today:
That’s basically me with my makeup rubbed off lounging around fucked up and topless in the Wolfman’s scrubs, which are gigantic on me but make comfy pajamas. Not sure if I thought I was auditioning for The Ring or what? The other pictures just get progressively weirder, like me hanging upside down off the edge of my bed looking like a corpse, but I’m only willing to share so much.
Now delving off into the land of TMI…I commonly hear this crap legend among my female friends about men who don’t like to give head. Of all the men I’ve ever dated, -ALL- of them, I’ve only dated one person who wasn’t into oral sex. And that guy wasn’t into giving or receiving, so it wasn’t just some total crock of shit where he expected it but wasn’t prepared to reciprocate. Other than that fool ALL of them have been super into it, and about half of those I had to make stop or they’d have happily stayed down there all day. At times, I suspected they liked it more than I did. So where are you girls meeting these sexual cripples? UR DOIN IT WRONG
I’ve dated some fucked up dorks, but at least they’re orally-obsessed fucked up dorks. Given the choice between a decent guy that isn’t into oral sex and a total wreck who loves it, I’m gonna go with the latter every single time. Fuck that. If I want to be around genuine people that don’t give head, I’ll hang out with my friends.
This topic may be slightly dear to me right now because…damn. But that’s even a little too TMI for me. I’m getting private in my old age. -_- *sigh*
Where memory ends, and I begin.
Jackson, Jen, Ana, Rick & I at the Cat Club in SF, May 29th 2011. This is riiiiight about where my memory cuts out. ugh.
Also, I’m not THAT short…I just have a tendency to stand in front and lean back on everyone during pictures. haha. >_< (but I love that no matter how smashed I am, my hair always looks perfect)
Much love to some of my #1 nigs. <3 <3 <3





