Sunday, August 26, 2007

The Bill Long Reservoir.

Last summer, I use to come here and watch the sunset with my mom . Until we had that terrible accident that one afternoon. I was off trying to find "a perfect spot", while mom was off taking pictures of flowers. Next thing i heard, mom screaming and waving her arms around. I run up to see what all the commotion was about while out of no where this huge black bug fly attacks me. It bit my mom on the leg three times and i wasn't ass lucky, if you know what i mean..............terrible afternoon........

FAT BOY....


This is my ex-boyfriend Fat Boy. We had a good time until he tried getting "fresh" with me. We dont hang out anymore but i like to think are still friends.

Bugs and Stuff


A couple of weeks ago I was in my front yard waiting for my mom to come home, and this thing kept flying around my head, bugging me. So, you know me, I'm not taking any of that shit, I tried to bite it. Well, it stung me. Ouch! The side of my face got all puffy and droopy and it felt kinda numb, especially when I tried to smile. I was glad my mom didn't take me down the street for a walk when she got home, I didn't want that retriever in the next block to see me looking like that. It went away by the next day, but that night my mom and her friends made a big fuss about it, and tried to take pictures of me. I didn't want to sit still for that and I pretty much got away with not letting them get a good shot of my face, I think. How embarrassing would that be?

Saturday, August 25, 2007

One time...

... when I was visiting my grandparents in San Diego, my mom got me all excited to go for a ride in the car with my aunt Beatrice, and something awful happened that day. I'm not sure what, all I remember is going to work with her, then they put me up on a table and held me down, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up from a dream and I felt dizzy, and my stomach hurt. After we went home, my mom talked baby talk to me and laughed at me and made me take pills and I didn't feel good for a few days. People kept talking about fixing me (I didn't even know I was broken) and they said my girlie parts were gone. I looked around, like under the couch and stuff, but I couldn't find them. I wasn't even sure what I was looking for.

Most of the time I love going for car rides, but I hope that never happens again.