Today, I woke up with a lovely little reminder of my extreme rage from the previous night: another fucking coldsore.
The anger only escalated when I woke up to see a couple of fucking IDIOTIC cunts had decided to give lip (I had angrily posted something on the swindling trainer's page the night before)... which is something you should never try with me before I've had any sort of sustenance. I will fuck up ANYONE who tries to fuck with me when I'm running on an empty stomach... in the fucking morning (just ask my brother). Fuck that shit. Throw me some patronizing comment and I will lob that shit right back.
SO YEAH, I was angry... borderline furious, before 9 AM.
Then weird shit started happening:
Men started hitting on me, left and right.
I needed to get my eyebrows threaded. Guess what happened to me in the parking lot of the threading establishment... and then inside the establishment... then when I left the establishment-- I was shamelessly (I'm currently fond of that word. I trust I'll find good synonyms soon) checked out by men as though I were a piece of meat. I had all black clothing, no makeup, and my hair was held back by a headband-- in other words, I was a fucking bum. However, I guess my pent up aggression/rage was making me look fucking irresistible to men... or maybe I was just bumping into psychopaths who like bitches who would probably headbutt the fucking shit out of them... they're into that bondage, BDSM shit and I look like one hell of a dominant.
I had to take lunch to my mother at work. What happened to me at the restaurant's parking lot, inside the restaurant, and the freeway as I was taking Mom her lunch? Men checking me out.
I had a nice chat session with Mom as she ate the lunch. Two cholos who had to be in their early 20's showed up to pay their month's diesel bill... as they sat there counting their stacks of cash, they'd steal glances at me... smiling when we'd make eye contact, me trying to look as apathetic as possible (Homies, you're counting 101 $100 bills... keep your eyes on THAT).
When I finally decided it was time to return home, work suddenly swarmed with customers. Three drivers walked into the store to pay for their diesel, and two of them I noticed became all weird and shy... and kept staring at my face.
GOD DAMN IT... CUT IT OUT! I have a fucking coldsore! Leave me alone!
While I did want to scowl at them to force them to quit staring at me, I did otherwise because they are, after all, our customers.
As I walked out and turned on my vehicle, I noticed one of the drivers walked back outside and looked around, as if looking for someone.
This guy... so dramatic... does he think he's in a Novela?
Cut to dinner time, as I washed the dinner plates.
Mom: Mija! HAHAHA! I know what I forgot to tell you!
Me: Ummm... I'm kind of scared to ask.
Mom: Today I heard... you won't believe what I heard.
Me: ... what?
Mom: You left this one guy STUNNED.
Me:... ?
Mom: At work, did you see that younger bus driver? That well-dressed, short Mexican guy?
Me: Umm... the short one with the hair? (the other one who stared at me was rocking a cholo fade)
Mom: Yes, him. When you walked out, he followed you out, then walks back in and goes "Ma'am, with all due respect... but... who was that gorgeous woman who was just in here? The one who just left" And I said "My daughter?" And he goes "So she WAS your daughter? Once again, with all due respect, but... WHAT A WOMAN!'
Me: EW MOM... WHY did you have to tell me that? EW.
Mom, laughing hysterically: He was literally stunned... like he had just been witness to a miracle.
Me: My life was better before you told me that... I feel fucking gross now. EW. The fuck is wrong with him?
I'm over here poutin' 'n shit... all I want to do is throw my fucking tantrum in peace and angrily carry on with my day, and motherfuckers won't even let me do THAT in peace.
I am a below-average looking, shy chick... chill the fuck out men, you'll find five hotter chicks within thirty seconds of bumping into me. Keep cool, and carry on, blood.
The anger only escalated when I woke up to see a couple of fucking IDIOTIC cunts had decided to give lip (I had angrily posted something on the swindling trainer's page the night before)... which is something you should never try with me before I've had any sort of sustenance. I will fuck up ANYONE who tries to fuck with me when I'm running on an empty stomach... in the fucking morning (just ask my brother). Fuck that shit. Throw me some patronizing comment and I will lob that shit right back.
SO YEAH, I was angry... borderline furious, before 9 AM.
Then weird shit started happening:
Men started hitting on me, left and right.
I needed to get my eyebrows threaded. Guess what happened to me in the parking lot of the threading establishment... and then inside the establishment... then when I left the establishment-- I was shamelessly (I'm currently fond of that word. I trust I'll find good synonyms soon) checked out by men as though I were a piece of meat. I had all black clothing, no makeup, and my hair was held back by a headband-- in other words, I was a fucking bum. However, I guess my pent up aggression/rage was making me look fucking irresistible to men... or maybe I was just bumping into psychopaths who like bitches who would probably headbutt the fucking shit out of them... they're into that bondage, BDSM shit and I look like one hell of a dominant.
I had to take lunch to my mother at work. What happened to me at the restaurant's parking lot, inside the restaurant, and the freeway as I was taking Mom her lunch? Men checking me out.
I had a nice chat session with Mom as she ate the lunch. Two cholos who had to be in their early 20's showed up to pay their month's diesel bill... as they sat there counting their stacks of cash, they'd steal glances at me... smiling when we'd make eye contact, me trying to look as apathetic as possible (Homies, you're counting 101 $100 bills... keep your eyes on THAT).
When I finally decided it was time to return home, work suddenly swarmed with customers. Three drivers walked into the store to pay for their diesel, and two of them I noticed became all weird and shy... and kept staring at my face.
GOD DAMN IT... CUT IT OUT! I have a fucking coldsore! Leave me alone!
While I did want to scowl at them to force them to quit staring at me, I did otherwise because they are, after all, our customers.
As I walked out and turned on my vehicle, I noticed one of the drivers walked back outside and looked around, as if looking for someone.
This guy... so dramatic... does he think he's in a Novela?
Cut to dinner time, as I washed the dinner plates.
Mom: Mija! HAHAHA! I know what I forgot to tell you!
Me: Ummm... I'm kind of scared to ask.
Mom: Today I heard... you won't believe what I heard.
Me: ... what?
Mom: You left this one guy STUNNED.
Me:... ?
Mom: At work, did you see that younger bus driver? That well-dressed, short Mexican guy?
Me: Umm... the short one with the hair? (the other one who stared at me was rocking a cholo fade)
Mom: Yes, him. When you walked out, he followed you out, then walks back in and goes "Ma'am, with all due respect... but... who was that gorgeous woman who was just in here? The one who just left" And I said "My daughter?" And he goes "So she WAS your daughter? Once again, with all due respect, but... WHAT A WOMAN!'
Me: EW MOM... WHY did you have to tell me that? EW.
Mom, laughing hysterically: He was literally stunned... like he had just been witness to a miracle.
Me: My life was better before you told me that... I feel fucking gross now. EW. The fuck is wrong with him?
I'm over here poutin' 'n shit... all I want to do is throw my fucking tantrum in peace and angrily carry on with my day, and motherfuckers won't even let me do THAT in peace.
I am a below-average looking, shy chick... chill the fuck out men, you'll find five hotter chicks within thirty seconds of bumping into me. Keep cool, and carry on, blood.
1 comment:
Below average my ass. You just can't see how pretty you are.
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