Thursday was crazy in such a bad way that ruled.
I got fired, though i punctured my uterus, went to 16&mission, realized that I have no place to live, got really drunk, sang a made up a song that goes "LET'S MAKE A BABY IN THE BACK SEAT" on the streets of SF, saw the arrest of a child molestor(a homeless guy told me that the dude getting arrested was a pedophile. but he also said "how old are you?, like 16?. You are pretty!": so i don't know if i should believe him or not), overslept/passed out on the transbay bus and ended up in richmond with a drunk japanese man(i was thirsty and could hardly keep my eyeballs from moving everywhere. i asked him if he saw a water fountain anywhere and he said "no, but i have some wine in my bag").
Fridays was Collin's birthday! I made her cookies. THE FATTIES. aka made up cookies. People were completely memorized by them, they kept asking me if they had a little bit of orange in them. when they were asking me they made a wine-tester kind of face, "mmmmm....this taste kind of woodsy. wet pine trees with a pich orange in it"
So now is saturday and I should be studying for a midterm monday that i haven't even opened the book for. why CAN'T I CONcENTRATE????!!!!, Jeff from the Pentacles told me yesterday that I couldn't because I wasn't interested in my major. I told him that I was. and he said "believe me, I m a doctor". I don't believe in doctors. My dad is a doctor and everytime he asked me if I wanted to cook with him I never really cooked with him, he would just ask me to bring him the ingredients.... I don't believe in doctors!!! Plus I already know I am not really interested on anything specific. Although I could say Im interested on rolling tabacco. At least the only time when I can concentrate is when I'm rolling a cigarette.
-La Loba Que Se E sta Volviendo Loca