sicko

I'm totally sick at work and it sucks. What sucks more is that I don't have sick time yet. I have accrued it but I can't use it until 3 more months pass. So here I sit, browsing for trocadero bags and foodie podcasts when i should be compiling stats.
I'm glad Christmas is over, but I am not glad I'm back in L.A. and all the family is home in San Diego. I was barely starting to enjoy my time when next thing I knew it was time to pack the rabbit up with bags and clean laundry. This Christmas was good. Less sad as the 2 previous ones but yet a little bit of a downer. I managed to get gifts for everyone even the unexpected guests. I got to spend the day with my pals. I got to see both Alyssa and Paola and laugh about old times and new circumstances. It's refreshing to know that know matter how much the time makes me crazy i have good friends to bring me sanity.
I got some pretty awesome gifts too. I got make up, lottery tickets, the iMac, the MLK Bible!! and a pin from the protests' back in the 60's... hullo!! best gift hands down, next to the iMac of course, sorry pal. I got a purse, some cash, chocolate, candles, and i even treated myself to a massage yesterday. Ugh it was wonderful. Too bad I feel like major turd right now.
Tomorrow everyone takes off for Vegas for my mom's bday and if it's all good with Jesse I will probably go too. I tell Jesse he should come but he says he may burn himself out and he is on his much deserved and needed vacation so I won't even beg him to come with me, but I will ask him once more (that'll be like the 12th time).
Next week we should be heading out to the Echo for new years and it will be a good time. I need to dance. I want to surround myself with happy dancing folks this new years eve. 2008 is going to be about getting my shit back together and becoming more positive. By my shit I mean, my health, my sanity, my work ethic, my relationships, my sleep, myself. Last year I said I would take things one day at a time, and not worry so much and i did a good job at those but not as good as I would have liked to.
Being positive is something that seems extremely foreign but it really shouldn't be. I have been reading the Autobiography of a Yogi and it really is opening my eyes up to a lot of things such as the power of positive thought. It all sounds corny but it works. fer real. Enough with being sad already, i'm fucken 27 not 17 anymore and life is too short to wear a long face all the time. Al mal tiempo buena cara.

grindin'

so i finally decided to do something about my grinding teeth. i bought a night guard. It kinda looks like those things athletes wear to guard their teeth. I've been grinding my teeth over night for about 4 years now and it has been the cause of several pains. constant headaches, pulsating pain all over the temporal-mandibular area, ear ringing and now vertigo. i draw the line at vertigo. so i slept with it in my mouth last night and i woke up feeling awesome. i should have bought one of these things a loooong time ago. i look forward to many pain free mornings.

today after work i went to church. today is the day of the virgen de guadalupe, and while most people my age would say i'm lame for caring, i could give a fuck what they think. i am not ashamed to say that i have a very strong belief in her. i went to trader joes and bought her some flowers, parked at st.finbar and started a much needed conversation with her that brought me to tears. my spirituality is mine and not for anyone to judge. one of the things i enjoy most about it is that it's entirely mine. no one needs to understand it, and i don't have to explain it to anyone. devout catholic, I am definitely not, but i do fill out catholic on surveys when religion is asked about because that's the one I am most familiar with and that it what i grew up as. anyhow, it felt good to sit there and have a conversation with someone (something, i dunno) who doesn't roll their eyes, let's me say exactly what i want, and always listens. some might say i'm crazy "how do you know she's listening?" well, i know she listens because i am still here and i am able to wake up every day and see the brighter side. life has been tough on little ol' me many many times, as it is on everyone in different ways. i guess my faith in her is one of the things that makes getting through the shitty days a little easier. it's not for everyone, spirituality. i think it could be though. some people don't need it and that's cool with me but those who are spiritual shouldn't be judged. those who impose their beliefs on others and try to convert them can be though. my rules are keep it to yourself and be respectful of everyone, even jehova witnesses.
thank goodness it's almost friday night.

slacker.

I am so happy it's finally thursday. One more day of work this week and luckily it'll be boss-free. My bosses are both out and I have a report to finish which is perfect because I can almost guarantee I will complete it by 5:00 P.M. and start a wonderful weekend. It's supposed to be raining tomorrow and saturday which kinda sucks because I had plans to be out. I wanted to finish up my christmas shopping and I wanted to hit up the paul frank wherehouse sale in costa mesa. So much for that. We are supposed to be getting together to watch the Mayweather vs. Hatton fight on saturday so that should be good.
I have been working out for the past 2 days and I'm super sore. Kelly has been doing a great job of being patient and motivating me when we take our walks. It's starting to get rather cold though so I think I need to join a gym. There's one downstairs from my job. I don't know how much easier they could have put it for me.
I am officially on Coachella watch. I already reserved a room because not only are they saying Radiohead might headline, but David Bowie as well. My Bloody Valentine is supposed to be reuniting there as well but I can do with listening to Loveless on cd forever I suppose. When we first saw Radiohead at Coachella it was so great. Having seen them 2 times prior to that, seeing them in front of that many people was so incredible. Everyone was singing along, people were crying, Thom and Johnny were tearing shit up, it was dope. I like to watch Jesse watch Radiohead. It's kinda sick that I am intruding on his musical pleasure experience I suppose but Radiohead brings him so much joy and he gets all into it. He's so cute. Anyhow, I have massive cramps. I also just ate a tuna melt and i realized part of the bread was moldy. gross. so I tore the mold off and kept eating. gross who cares. lol. leave me alone. geez.
well i'm off to Ebay. I lost the bid on the Michael Jackson Colorforms. sucks. I am now going to start bidding on a vintage MCM bag. Tomorrow is pay day!!
oh yeah and they pod cast is coming i promise.

happenings.

yo so I'm Like, So What I'm Drunk is making it's way onto a podcast. I'm lining up some guests a.k.a. friends so that we can dish and shit. It's gonna be soooo fun. I may even dj in background. the possibilities are endless. wowsa!

it's begining to look a lot like ...

madness! I just got back from Ulta (a girl's gotta get a new flat iron once in a while) and Best Buy and it was total madness. People are already losing their minds shopping for shit they don't need. I was looking for a gift for Jesse, and I found a few runner up's but no winner yet. There were kids all over the joint and tired teens ready to load 50 items into their parent's baskets. I enjoy the holidays but shopping sucks. I think I'll stick to online shopping this year.

In other news, I think I am 98.999 percent sure I will be enrolling in culinary school in the summer. Everyone agrees that the time is now. I feel like the time has been now for ages but I too am a little scared of a career as an artist. Those who say cooking is not an art can kiss my fat ass. BBL I got a phone call.

do doo doooo...

Not much going on lately. AFI Fest was pretty awesome this year, too bad I only got to see 1 film, "Chop Shop". It was really good tho. I also got the chance to see Dan In Real Life 2 weeks ago with Martha over in S.D. and it is really good. Steve Carrell should be nominated for an Academy Award for most believable.
Well I guess something is going on. I got the balls to go check out Kitchen Academy (culinary school) on monday. I met with an admissions rep, and it seems great. The kitchens are great, fully stocked with awesome tools, and enough space for me to throw my shit all over the place. I am really entertaining the idea of paying down my bills, taking a 10 day vacation in late May and then enrolling in culinary school in June. Paper pushing sucks ape nuts. Helping others is great and being a part of a team that really makes a difference is super rewarding, but I need to make a move for my joie de vie or whatever. Sitting at a desk is no fun. This woman's place is really in the kitchen. hahaha! I just took the feminist movement back 50 years, sorry gals. I just really enjoy cooking.
what else is going on... a ginormous amount of great shows, Jens Lekman, the Walkmen, Spiritualized, Jose Gonzalez, Madlib tonight, The cool kids are opening for M.I.A., ugh. I really like their shit. MIA is kind of akward on stage, but her cd's get me sweating like no uh-thuh!
anywho, I can't wait for saturday, seeing mich and monch, at the housewarming and getting to hang out is going to be fun. Michel's new place is so cute. Janelle and him have great taste so it all came together very well. I am happy for them. I got them the awesome Real Food Daily cookbook. UGH! I love their potato salad and their soba noodles. Maybe I will treat Jesse & myself to lunch there next week. I feel like the hugest fat ass ever when I walk in there tho. Not only because it's in Weho, but because everyone is all vegan and malnourished (ahaha! I kid i kid, those folks have the most awesome glow because they eat great things but they are way thin).
ok so that's pretty much it. if you get a chance check out my birthday partner thom yorke and radiohead's cover of Unravel by Bjork, stunning. http://www2.radiohead.tv

Control

Today the Castros and everyone's favorite Korean, Richard and I went to see the long anticipated film, Control. It's a story about Ian Curtis from his late teen years until his suicide which i guess was about 6 years of a hot mess. The story is pretty accurate from what I know of the Joy Division front man. They showed the Epilepsy, the pill use, the great songwriting ability, the upper cut punch dance, and the suicide. It was a very well made film. I would imagine it's hard to make a film about such a mystery as was Ian Curtis. He never really vented, he was a trooper for the most part, but sadness and inability to cope with his illness, love, and the band got the best of him. He vented though song but yet at times he hated performing. Anyway, the film is good. I give it a 7.333 (Goodfellas being a 10, great directing, great actors, great costumes, great music, great story line, great everything). During the film you get to hear a lot of great JD tunes, including my favorite Digital. In the ending scene when he commits suicide and his wife finds him, and the music starts it's so fucken sad that i considered crying but didn't for fear that I may find myself crying for reasons outside of the film and not for the film itself. If you didn't understand that it's ok I don't expect you to. So whatever. go watch the film, and go home and throw on your copy of Unknown Pleasures.
I think I should get Control tattooed on my right wrist. Not only because I am as many of you may know a control freak, but I control things with my right hand, I also love the song She's Lost Control (for obvs. reasons), and I also have fond memories of the song Control by Janet Jackson. When I was a kid my sister Lili and I created a dance routine to the song Control and we would make my cousins dance to it when they would come over in the summers. Control is essential in life. You need to take control of your emotions, your mind, your heart, your job, your financial situation, and most importantly your peace of mind. This weekend I kinda of feel like a terrible person because I had to abstain from talking to a certain person who has no control of his/her life and in return was making me lose my peace of mind. That person will probably never read this and that is fine. There are people out there that come to you when things are great and want to celebrate that with you either with a phone call or a high five, but there are those who only come to you when things are shitty, want you to hear them out, whine whine whine, and then when things are well again they could give a rats ass about you. I have no problem with people coming to me and sharing what they are going through because if there's one thing I enjoy in life is making others life easier. If me listening to you is going to make you feel better, or if my assistance can be of any help in anyway then by all means hollar. I am one of those people who does enjoy actively listening to others, and if my bitchface can help you feel better then great. But if you are just gonna come whine whine whine, ask for advice, and pretend we never spoke about anything then forget you. I whole heartedly give things without expectations and there's a difference when it comes to folks who are advantageous (?), and those who are just having a crappy set of days and need a set of ears and a hug. Pretty much what I am saying is i hate being taken advantage of and I hate being taken for granted. We all have problems, some might be bigger than others, but we need to learn to take control of these things. I now blog, others snap, and bitch.

birthday weekend pt.2

More birthday fun. if the past 2 weeks are any indication of what 27 is going to be then that's pretty damn good. This past weekend mr. eddie garcia put together an enchanted evening to celebrate his birthday and the other october babies (jesse, his friend lorie, me & I also celebrated for JR. who was not there but I thought of him and his birthday as well) at club 33 at Disneyland with the help of his friend eric. Since thursday I had noticed that my depression and anxiety was coming back and i felt really out of it for the entire week, so Disneyland sounded kinda good but in my fucked up serotonin-less world being there was kinda warped. I made the best of it and thanks to Jesse, Raul, Stacey, Kelly, Vanessa, Eddie, Elvia (who I had a pretty good talk about law school and budget cuts with), and eddie's friends I mustered up energy and focus and made it through the day and night.
I have been battling this monster that many people battle for over 5 years (3 w/drugs, and 2 w/o). I have become a lot better at getting by with it, but getting by is just not enough. Last night I went to barnes and nobles and bought The Autobiography of a Yogi, and Healing Affirmations. After reading 1/3 of Healing Affirmations I felt a lot better. It's really a thing of mind over matter but sometimes my mind feels like its literally away from my being and it's tough. But anyway that book opened my eyes to the obvious, which is the power of positive thought. I really have to practice what I preach tho. It's going to take baby steps but if I can get through this crappy feeling/mental state I can do anything. For the most part all is well, but if you see me when I'm down please help a sista get up.

dancing, happy birthday, morrissey, gift card, day off

So friday we kicked off birthday weekend! Friday Jesse, Raul, and I went to the arclight to see the Darjeeling Limited. I liked it because it was Wes Anderson visuals but I didn't like it because it wasn't enough Wes Anderson writing. Not enough punchlines. This one was of the serious tone. The soundtrack was good as always. This time he opted for mostly Kinks and Indian tunes.
SATURDAY! We went to the Detour festival and caught the comedians of comedy (hilarious!), kinky, lots of dj sets, and JUSTICE! we danced like it was 1999! I really had an ass load of fun. Sunday, birthday brunch with the kids @HOME. I love that place. Jesse gets boyfriend of the year for being awesome and really going out of his way for me on a day when i realized that i will soon be out of my 20's, I was missing my family, and i was PMS'ing.
Birthday weekend was a 4 day weekend this year because last night I saw what was probably my 3rd favorite Morrissey performance ever! The Castro's and I sang the night away at the Palladium, and yes he played Tomorrow, The Loop, and "Rucky Risp". Morrissey still gives me the chills and makes me giddy like a 14 year old in the quad.
Work is still good, and this week i get friday off since we get a day off on our birthday (boner!) and since my birthday was on sunday they let me choose any day of the week. SO since friday is payday, and I have a buttload of gift cards to use friday will be my day off!
Today Kelly and I started a walking routine which will hopefully turn into a jogging routine. On thursday, I will help Stacey find a home, in the Valley. It's not as bad as people say it is.

"What do you want for your birthday?"

Do people really expect you to answer that question truthfully? I mean I love my few friends I really do and honesty is everything to me but... Over the past 6 years I've learned what friendship is but it sure as hell doesn't involve being honest about what I really want for my birthday (Marc Jacobs sage leather hobo, a new i Pod, a trip to Sant Tropez, YSL trench coat, leather hoodie-jacket, Ferragamo loafers, Morrissey tickets, Unloveable on LP, Kat Von D session, a paint job for my car, etc...) . If I told people when they asked me (as Monica did today) what I really wanted for my birthday they'd probably tell me to get the fuck outta town. So please don't even ask. Don't get me shit, really. I want laughter on my birthday. This year has been a little stressful so I can use a good laugh. Tonight I had a few courtesy of D.L. Hughley on HBO. ANYWAY...
I am a product of the 80's, I am a consuming jerk. I always had dreams of big gift boxes and being plesantly surprised. My parents didn't understand that my siblings and I were living in a time where we were surrounded by kids who had cool disney themed birthday parties/sleep-overs, friends over for dinner, peer pressure, Bop and Big Bopper, Silver Spoon dreams, aspirations of being a Cosby kid, dreams of walking the Just Say No parade with Nancy Reagan and Punky Brewster. For my parents it was always easier to give me 50bucks on my birthday and buy me a cake from the Chinese bakery than tolerate any kids that weren't theirs in their home.
My parents threw me 1 birthday party and when my parents threw my siblings and I parties we'd be excited until we realized the only ones having fun were the grown ups. Oh, but on my 11th birthday I was living in Perris CA. & at the time my cousin Mayra (who also happened to go to school with me) was at my house and my mom made this cool dinner. After we ate she told me that she hadn't gotten paid yet so she could either give me 10 dollars now or if I waited she would give me 50. I took the ten. I took the 10, and Mayra and I walked over to a music store that was 2 blocks away and there it was. The first Color Me Badd tape. I bought that for 8 bucks then treated my cousin to a Coke and Snickers bar and we practically ran home to listen to I Wanna Sex You Up about 1000 times. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I would have waited, perhaps I would have been surprised. Being surprised is a great feeling, so for once I'd like to be surprised if anyone out there really is getting me anything. My parents never surprise me (pleasantly, walking in on them buck ass ne'kkid was a whole other kind of surprise), Jesse hates to be surprised and to surprise, & my friends work too hard to plan a surprise. I have realized that after 22, gifts don't matter anymore, they really don't. If I want anything bad enough I usually buy it for myself. Last year was pretty cool because my friends & family joined me at the park for my birthday and I had a good time just having them there, and it was a surprise that so many people showed up. This year I want my friends to join me at the Detour festival or breakfast the following day. So on my 27th I want good friends, good food, and good music.
I can't wait to see the Comedians of Comedy, Kinky, & Justice. Anyway, I gotta go drop a surprise in the crapper. Good night.

Fitter (?), happier, more productive...

Today was the start of my new job. I like it. They treat me like the baby of the office. I signed up for benefits! Wtf are those? Until today I didn't really know. I was almost stressed out about choosing a benefactor. The day went smooth, & the drive down there wasn't bad either. After work I headed to class and nearly passed out. My first math test is in 1 week so this week I gotta study.
Friday afternoon I am headed to the Eagle Rock Farmers Market to celebrate with a savory crepe and green plums.
I have to try and keep up with this blog crap too.

I wonder what Brit is up to.

I just got home from a pretty good day and it's only 4:37 so chances are there's still some goodness left to be had before the day ends. I have taken the rest of the week off because I start a new job on Monday so I am taking time out to get a few things in order, and enjoy myself. Today I got a car wash, filled Zeus up with gas, went to lunch with Kelly, bought my neice a birthday gift, went to Target, and I bought the new Kanye West CD. It's dope. I love Kanye. I just checked out this video of him losing his marbles as he got dissed on sunday at the VMA's. Drama.
As for the CD I already have a few favorites. I like Everything I am, and Glory. The guys working the cd section at Target were talking about the 50 Cent & Kanye hype. They said more people are buying the Kanye. 50 is a retard. His songs are great at the club but that's about it. That Ayo Technology song is good but if it weren't Justin taking part in it I really wouldn't care.
I'm gonna try and get tickets to the Ellen taping on thursday. Kanye is gonna be there and the show is filmed 1 block away from where I live so being that I don't have shit to do I might as well try to check it out.
Ooh and I was reading on Pitchfork that Radiohead had completed recording their new album. This makes me giddy.

Oh Britney.

I honestly can not say I feel disappointed. If anything I'm wondering what the hell kind of drug she was on. She was lacking major confidence. I think next time she performs live she will be better. She needs to hit the gym if she plans on wearing hot pants. Call me up girl we'll go on hikes together.
I mean what could we really expect from a wacked out E addict who hasn't been out of bars since she gave birth. I am surprised she didn't fall on her ass. Bitch was stiff as hell.
Will I stop praying for her? Nope.

Dear Britney,

Don't embarrass me tonight. If you fuck up I will no longer pray for you.

Sincerely,
Yvette

p.s. GO RAIDERS!

sunday! sunday ! sunday!

Britney@ the VMA's Ya'll!

Barren County Kty.?

I was watching the news and apparently some poll rated Barren County Kentucky as the best place to live in rural America. Yeah, perhaps if you are white it is. Brown people can't even drive through rural America w/o getting stares.
I am not one to use my race/ethnicity as an excuse or barrier, for me it's more like a punchline, but as I get older I notice how racist America really is. I like to think people judge me because I'm fat but yet they more often judge because I'm Mexican, no matter how acculturated I might be. Sucks. I don't really sweat those things, racism, ignorance, dumb asses, etc. but lately it's annoying.
Another topic I need to vent about is the price of textbooks. Dude. 165.00 for a math book? That's a fresh pair of nikes and a nice lunch. Education is damn expensive. That's the man's way of keeping us uneducated, high costs'. Little does he know.

Long day.

First of all let me start this post by saying R.I.P. Pavarotti. What a voice. Seriously.
OK... hmmm how can I segue, so on to happy news, the new Ipod is out! It's just as I predicted, IPhone II. Touch screen and all but lousy on the gigs.I think I'm going to get the 80 gig "Classic". Let's see how big the bonus is on the 10th.
In other happenings, today I managed to crash and get into a math class. BARF. I know I have to do it, and putting it off isn't going to make it go away so I thought fuck it, let's do this. Math is probably my number 1 fear aside from rollercoasters, and having closet gay husband. Jesse knows about that fear he says I'm retarded, and I am but whatever, fears are supposed to be irrational. What helps this time around (btw this is the 3rd time i take this class) is that I know of 2 other people taking this class (Heidi & Marta) and we are all pretty pumped about passing it and moving on with our academic careers.
Ok gotta go pee. Peas.

It's getting hot it herrre

This office is unbearably hot today and it also smells like old taco bell fart. The landlord came by a minute ago and asked if he could have someone service our AC. I IM'd the boss lady and she said it was cool so we'll see if they can help us out and get some cool air in here. It's been so hot I finally broke out into my heat rash. It had been too great of a summer and then BAM, i start to develop red tiny itchy bumps on my neck and face. It's a reminder that fall is coming and that soon I will be wrapped in sweaters and blankets in my bi-polar apartment. It goes from hot as fuck to cold as a mofo.
This morning on my commute over to work I was listening to M.I.A.'s Kala and I really like $20. Jimmy is my favorite though. It takes all 3 of my favorite dance eras and mixes them up into one dope ass sound. It takes the disco sparkles and violins, the deep house bass beat, and the cha cha girl laser beam and has it's way with them. I tried looking for it on vinyl but had no luck. Now with all these laptop dj's, vinyl releases will not be as common. barftastic.
Anyway I don't even know why I come to work anymore. The office is super crowded now, but I need at least 8 days pay to be able to transition from this job to the new one which starts on the 17th. I plan on making my last day at A+ 9/11 (for dramatic purposes of course) but I think it might be 9/8. I could use a week off to go to San Diego and chill with my family. However, if I get into the math class I need it will be Monday/Wednesday and won't be able to take a whole week off and go to san diego anyway. So let me stick to 9/11 as the last day at this job. I will be in san diego from 9/13-9/16.
OK I should get to finding something to do.

it's so hot.

How hot is it? It's sooo hot I'm just gonna sit here and typeout brainfarts. This heat really annoys me. I should be out. It's 12:19 on a saturday night and I am home, sweating. I should have gone to check out Land's club but we got back kinda tired from Ruben's and so now here I am wondering why I just didn't go to San Diego this weekend. In san diego I'd be watching tv or perhaps I would have jumped in the pool. Not really jumped more like walked into the pool (I guess) because since I don't know how to swim, jumping into a pool wouldn't be very smart.
Anyway tomorrow I think I'm gonna give this place a deep cleaning. I have been a lousy house-girlfriend lately. I need to sweep and pick up my shit, or vice versa. Everyday when I get home from work I kick off my shoes (ok maybe not kick, more like slip) and leave them where-ever they happen to land. I also have a messy ass closet right now. Ughh.
I wanna go see Superbad, maybe it's still playing at the Vista. We (Marta & I ) thought about BBQ'ing but it's fucken 108 degrees w/o a grill in my face so let's just leave it that way. Jesse has to do laundry, so i'll be here cleaning and when he gets back we'll devise a plan. I hope it can include Pinkberry. That shit is bombdiggity. Ok i'll stop. Good night.

2 entries in one day?! wtf.

I'm so committed. Anyway, I just wish I had someone to say "I told you so" to within 5 ft. because I just heard what I had been waiting to hear for over a year now...the new Britney Spears track! aaww yay-ugh! It's called "Gimme More". More what, Brit? Coke? Kids? Platform thong sandals? Gum? Bad extensions? Underpants?
It's actually not bad at all. I mean it's no "Slave", but what is, really? It's totally danceable and very radio friendly. I expect to hear it on the Hills before the season of the Hills comes to an end. Like I said in my first entry, I love nonsense. Don't judge. I have many pleasures some that to many are guilty and ashamed of, but I live guilt free, I enjoy it all equally.
If you wanna hear it go to Perezhilton.com .

Everyone Has One.

I'm gonna give this blogging thing a try, better late than never. I think I may need a some-what creative writing outlet, perhaps this is it.
First of all let me explain the title of this blog. "I'm like so what I'm drunk"-Ignition, R.Kelly.
It's a prime example of pure nonsense (I loooove nonsense). R.Kelly (IMO) is musical/theatre/comedy/lyrical awesomeness. He really is. What he does with 15 year olds is his disgusting/ law breaking/ trauma causing-business. Don't front like you didn't play the crap out of Bump n' Grind. Anyhow he makes no sense, but yet that quote makes me laugh. As you will read, I too make no sense sometimes but, if I can manage to make you laugh/smile my job is complete.
I will try and keep up with creating entries, and getting back to comments but I won't make any promises. I would like this blog to be a critique on music but let's face it, these days music is not very critique worthy. For me this will be a current events/life/love/hate/pop culture/food/nonsensical rant.
If I ever offend anyone with my words, I'm not sorry but perhaps you should stop reading, fer real. I am not very articulate so I am bound to piss someone off by not expressing my views in "proper" terms but let us not forget that this is just a blog not an essay that needs to be turned in for a grade or attempt to shove my views down anyones proverbial throat. Them just words.