January 30, 2009

OMG Paris Hilton

okay, so we all know I am not a Paris Fan. Point in fact, I fucking HATE her. I dont do, go, buy, or anything that could benefit that vapid waste of space, that is Paris hilton. I wont stay in a Hilton!!

So when I stumbled upon this picture on PerezHilton.com I couldnt resist.

As if she didnt look enough like a freak....check this out.

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She has had something done to her lips. she ignored the one bulging eye that bigger than the other, and the long pointy hag like nose....oh no, she went for the lips.

Well Congrats floppy vagina lipped bitch, your lips now look like the blown out asshole of a power bottom porn star.

Your parents are SO proud Im sure.

Actual Work Conversation

Bitch Customer: "I don't know where you people went to air conditioning school, or where you learned to like....do your job...but you need to go back becuuuuuzz that guy who was here earlier, didn't know what he was doing, I mean how hard is it to change a filter?"

Andru: "Air conditioning school? ok. I'll get right on that, and as far as the filter...do YOU know how to change the filter?"

Bitch: "tsk... thats not the point"

Andru: "yeah, thats means no, ok so I don't think its very conducive to the situation for you to question the ability of my technician, to do his job, when you know nothing about it. OH and as far as what he is doing today, he isn't changing a filter, he is installing a circuit board, and a thermostat, and checking the charge in your system. It's just a tad bit more complicated than putting in a new filter. Have a nice day."

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January 28, 2009

Tutorial: Milk, it does society good.

Harvey Milk

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Harvey Bernard Milk (May 22, 1930 – November 27, 1978) was an American politician and the first openly gay man to be elected to public office in California, as a member of the San Francisco Board of Supervisors. Politics and gay activism were not Milk's early interests; he did not feel the need to be open about his homosexuality or participate in civic matters until around age 40, after his experiences in the counterculture of the 1960s.

Milk moved from New York City to settle in San Francisco in 1972 amid a migration of gay men moving to the Castro District in the 1970s. He took advantage of the growing political and economic power of the neighborhood to promote his interests, and ran unsuccessfully for political office three times. His theatrical campaigns earned him increasing popularity, however, and Milk won a seat as a city supervisor in 1977 a result of the broader social changes the city was experiencing.

Milk served 11 months in office and was responsible for passing a stringent gay rights ordinance for the city. On November 27, 1978, Milk and Mayor George Moscone were assassinated by Dan White, another city supervisor who had recently resigned and wanted his job back. Conflicts between liberal trends that were responsible for Milk's election and conservative resistance to those changes were evident in events following the assassinations.

Despite his short career in politics, Milk has become an icon in San Francisco and "a martyr for gay rights", according to University of San Francisco professor Peter Novak. In 2002, Milk was called "the most famous and most significantly open LGBT official ever elected in the United States". John Cloud remarked on his influence, "[After Milk] many people—straight and gay—had to adjust to a new reality he embodied: that a gay person could live an honest life and succeed."

Changing politics

In the late 1960s, the Society for Individual Rights (SIR) and the Daughters of Bilitis (DOB) began to work against police persecution of gay bars and entrapment in San Francisco. Oral sex was still a felony, and in 1970, nearly 90 people in the city were arrested for it. Facing eviction if caught having homosexual sex in a rented apartment, and unwilling to face arrest in gay bars, some men turned to having sex in public parks at night. Mayor Alioto asked the police to target the parks, hoping the decision would appeal to the Archdiocese and his Catholic supporters. In 1971, 2,800 gay men were arrested for public sex in San Francisco. By comparison, New York City recorded only 63 arrests for the same offense that year. Any arrest for a morals charge required registration as a sex offender.

Congressman Phillip Burton, Assemblyman Willie Brown, and other California politicians recognized the growing clout and organization of homosexuals in the city, and courted their votes by attending meetings of gay and lesbian organizations. Brown pushed for legalization of sex between consenting adults in 1969 but failed. SIR was also pursued by popular moderate Supervisor Dianne Feinstein in her bid to become mayor, opposing Alioto. Ex-policeman Richard Hongisto worked for ten years to change the conservative views of the San Francisco Police Department, and also actively appealed to the gay community, which responded by raising significant funds for his campaign for sheriff. Though Feinstein was unsuccessful, Hongisto's win in 1971 showed the political clout of the gay community.

SIR had become powerful enough for political maneuvering. In 1971 SIR members Jim Foster, Rick Stokes, and Advocate publisher David Goodstein formed the Alice B. Toklas Memorial Democratic Club, known as simply "Alice". Alice befriended liberal politicians to persuade them to sponsor bills, proving successful in 1972 when Del Martin and Phyllis Lyon obtained Feinstein's support for an ordinance outlawing employment discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation. Alice chose Stokes to run for a relatively unimportant seat on the community college board. Though Stokes received 45,000 votes, he was quiet, unassuming, and did not win. Foster, however, shot to national prominence by being the first openly gay man to address a political convention. His speech at the 1972 Democratic National Convention ensured that his voice, according to San Francisco politicians, was the one to be heard when they wanted the opinions, and especially the votes, of the gay community.

One day in 1973 a state bureaucrat entered Milk's shop, Castro Camera, informing him that he owed $100 as a deposit against state sales tax. Milk was incredulous and traded shouts with the man about the rights of business owners; after he complained for weeks at state offices, the deposit was reduced to $30. Milk fumed about government priorities when a teacher came into his store to borrow a projector because the equipment in the schools did not function. Friends also remember around the same time having to restrain him from kicking the television while Attorney General John N. Mitchell gave consistent "I don't recall" replies during the Watergate hearings.Milk decided that the time had come to run for city supervisor. He said later, "I finally reached the point where I knew I had to become involved or shut up".

Milk's reception by the gay political establishment in San Francisco was icy. Jim Foster, who had by then been active in gay politics for ten years, resented the newcomer's asking for his endorsement for a position as prestigious as city supervisor. Foster told Milk, "There's an old saying in the Democratic Party. You don't get to dance unless you put up the chairs. I've never seen you put up the chairs." Milk was furious at the patronizing snub, and the conversation marked the beginning of an antagonistic relationship between Alice and Harvey Milk. Some gay bar owners, still battling police harassment and unhappy with what they saw as a timid approach by Alice to established authority in the city, decided to endorse him.

Though he had drifted throughout his life thus far, Milk had found his vocation, according to journalist Frances FitzGerald, who called him a "born politician". At first, his inexperience showed. He tried to do without money, support, and staff, and instead relied on his message of sound financial management, promoting individuals over large corporations and government. He supported the reorganization of supervisor elections from a city-wide ballot to district ballots, which reduced the influence of money and gave neighborhoods more control over their representatives in city government. He also ran on a socially liberal platform, opposing government interference in private sexual matters and favoring the legalization of marijuana. Milk's fiery, flamboyant speeches and savvy media skills earned him a significant amount of press during the 1973 election. He earned 16,900 votes—sweeping the Castro District and other liberal neighborhoods—coming in 10th place out of 32 candidates. Had the elections been reorganized to allow districts to elect their own supervisors, he would have won.

Mayor of Castro Street

Milk displayed an affinity for building coalitions early in his political career. The Teamsters wanted to strike against beer distributors—Coors in particular —who refused to sign the union contract. An organizer asked Milk for assistance with gay bars; in return, Milk asked the union to hire more gay drivers. A few days later, Milk canvassed the gay bars in and surrounding the Castro District, urging them to refuse to sell the beer. With the help of a coalition of Arab and Chinese grocers the Teamsters had also recruited, the boycott was immensely successful. Milk found a strong political ally in organized labor, and it was around this time he began to style himself "The Mayor of Castro Street". As Castro Street grew, so did Milk's reputation. Tom O'Horgan remarked, "Harvey spent most of his life looking for a stage. On Castro Street he finally found it."

Tensions between the older citizens of the Most Holy Redeemer Parish and the immigration of gays entering the Castro District were heightened in 1973. When two gay men tried to open an antique shop, the Eureka Valley Merchants Association (EVMA) attempted to prevent them from receiving a business license. Milk and a few other gay business owners founded the Castro Village Association, with Milk as the president. He often repeated his philosophy that gays should buy from gay businesses. Milk organized the Castro Street Fair in 1974 to attract more customers to the area. More than 5,000 attended, and some of the EVMA members were stunned; they did more business at the Castro Street Fair than on any previous day.

Serious candidate

Although he was a newcomer to the Castro District, Milk had shown leadership in the small community. He was starting to be taken seriously as a candidate and decided to run again for supervisor in 1975. He reconsidered his approach and cut his long hair, swore off marijuana, and vowed never to visit another gay bathhouse again. Milk's campaigning earned the support of the teamsters, firefighters, and construction unions. Castro Camera became the center of activity in the neighborhood. Milk would often pull people off the street to work his campaigns for him—many discovered later that they just happened to be the type of men Milk found attractive.

Milk favored support for small businesses and the growth of neighborhoods. Since 1968, Mayor Alioto had been luring large corporations to the city despite what critics labeled "the Manhattanization of San Francisco". As blue-collar jobs were replaced by the service industry, Alioto's weakened political base allowed for new leadership to be voted into office in the city. George Moscone was elected mayor. Moscone had been instrumental in repealing the sodomy law earlier that year in the California State Legislature. He acknowledged Milk's influence in his election by visiting Milk's election night headquarters, thanking Milk personally, and offering him a position as a city commissioner. Milk came in seventh place in the election, only one position away from earning a supervisor seat. Liberal politicians held the offices of the mayor, district attorney, and sheriff.

Despite the new leadership in the city, there were still conservative strongholds. One of Moscone's first acts as mayor was appointing a police chief to the embattled San Francisco Police Department (SFPD). He chose Charles Gain, against the wishes of the SFPD. Most of the force disliked Gain for criticizing the police in the press for racial insensitivity and alcohol abuse on the job, instead of working within the command structure to change attitudes. By request of the mayor, Gain made it clear that gay police officers would be welcomed in the department; this became national news. Police under Gain expressed their hatred of him, and of the mayor for betraying them.

Race for State Assembly

Keeping his promise to Milk, newly elected Mayor George Moscone appointed him to the Board of Permit Appeals in 1976, making him the first openly gay city commissioner in the United States. Milk, however, considered seeking a position in the California State Assembly. The district was weighted heavily in his favor, as much of it was based in neighborhoods surrounding Castro Street, where Milk's sympathizers voted. In the previous race for supervisor, Milk received more votes than the currently seated assemblyman. However, Moscone had made a deal with the assembly speaker that another candidate should run—Art Agnos. Furthermore, by order of the mayor, neither appointed nor elected officials were allowed to run a campaign while performing their duties.

Milk spent five weeks on the Board of Permit Appeals before Moscone was forced to fire him when he announced he would run for the California State Assembly. Rick Stokes replaced him. Milk's firing, and the backroom deal made between Moscone, the assembly speaker, and Agnos, fueled his campaign as he took on the identity of a political underdog. He railed that high officers in the city and state governments were against him. He complained that the prevailing gay political establishment, particularly the Alice B. Toklas Memorial Democratic Club, were shutting him out; he referred to Jim Foster and Stokes as gay "Uncle Toms". He enthusiastically embraced a local independent weekly magazine's headline: "Harvey Milk vs. The Machine".

Milk's role as a representative of San Francisco's gay community expanded during this period. On September 22, 1975, President Gerald Ford was visiting San Francisco, walking from his hotel to his car. In the crowd, Sara Jane Moore raised a gun to shoot him. A former Marine who had been walking by grabbed her arm as the gun discharged toward the pavement. The bystander was Oliver "Bill" Sipple, who had left Milk's ex-lover Joe Campbell years before, prompting Campbell's suicide attempt. Sipple, on psychiatric disability leave from the military, lived in the Tenderloin neighborhood, and the national spotlight was on him immediately. Sipple refused to call himself a hero and did not want his sexuality disclosed. Milk, however, took advantage of the opportunity to illustrate his cause that public perception of gay people would be improved if they came out of the closet. He told a friend: "It's too good an opportunity. For once we can show that gays do heroic things, not just all that ca-ca about molesting children and hanging out in bathrooms." Milk contacted a newspaper.

Several days later Herb Caen, a columnist at The San Francisco Chronicle, exposed Sipple as gay and a friend of Milk's. The announcement was picked up by national newspapers, and Milk's name was included in many of the stories. Time magazine named Milk as a leader in San Francisco's gay community. Sipple, however, was besieged by reporters, as was his family. His mother, a staunch Baptist in Detroit, refused to speak to him. Although he had been involved with the gay community for years, even participating in Gay Pride events, Sipple sued the Chronicle for invasion of privacy. President Ford sent Sipple a note of thanks for saving his life. Milk said that Sipple's sexual orientation was the reason he received only a note, rather than an invitation to the White House.

Milk's continuing campaign, run from the storefront of Castro Camera, was a study in disorganization. Although volunteers were plentiful and happy to send out mass mailings, Milk's notes and volunteer lists were kept on scrap papers. Any time the campaign required funds, the money came from the cash register without any consideration for accounting. An 11-year-old neighborhood girl joyfully ordered gay men and Irish grandmothers to work on the campaign, despite her mother's discouragement. Milk himself was hyperactive and prone to fantastic outbursts of temper, only to recover quickly and shout excitedly about something else. Many of his rants were directed at his lover, Scott Smith, who was becoming disillusioned with the man who was no longer the laid-back hippie he had fallen in love with.

If the candidate was manic, he was also dedicated and filled with good humor, and he had a particular genius for getting media attention. He spent long hours registering voters and shaking hands at bus stops and movie theater lines. He took whatever opportunity came along to promote himself. He thoroughly enjoyed campaigning, and his success was evident. With the large numbers of volunteers, he had dozens at a time stand along the busy thoroughfare of Market Street as human billboards, holding "Milk for Assembly" signs while commuters drove into the heart of the city to work. He distributed his campaign literature anywhere he could, including among one of the most influential political groups in the city: the Peoples Temple. Milk's volunteers took thousands of brochures there, but came back with feelings of apprehension. Because the Peoples Temple leader, Jim Jones, was politically powerful in San Francisco (and supported both candidates), Milk allowed Temple members to work his phones, and later spoke at the Temple and defended Jones. But to his volunteers, he said, "Make sure you're always nice to the Peoples Temple. If they ask you to do something, do it, and then send them a note thanking them for asking you to do it. They're weird and they're dangerous, and you never want to be on their bad side."

The race was close, and Milk lost by fewer than 4,000 votes. Agnos, however, taught Milk a valuable lesson when he criticized Milk's campaign speeches as "a downer... You talk about how you're gonna throw the bums out, but how are you gonna fix things—other than beat me? You shouldn't leave your audience on a down." In the wake of his loss, Milk, realizing that the Toklas club would never support him politically, co-founded the San Francisco Gay Democratic Club.


THE BRIGGS INITIATIVE

John Briggs was forced to drop out of the 1978 race for California governor, but received enthusiastic support for Proposition 6, dubbed the Briggs Initiative. The proposed law would have made firing gay teachers—and any public school employees who supported gay rights—mandatory. Briggs' messages supporting Proposition 6 were pervasive throughout California, and Harvey Milk attended every event Briggs hosted. Milk campaigned against the bill throughout the state as well, and swore that even if Briggs won California, he would not win San Francisco. In their numerous debates, which toward the end had been honed to quick back-and-forth banter, Briggs maintained that homosexual teachers wanted to abuse and recruit children. Milk responded with statistics compiled by law enforcement that provided evidence that pedophiles identified primarily as heterosexual, and dismissed Briggs' points with one-liner jokes: "If it were true that children mimicked their teachers, you'd sure have a helluva lot more nuns running around"
Attendance at Gay Pride marches during the summer of 1978 in Los Angeles and San Francisco swelled. An estimated 250,000 to 375,000 attended San Francisco's Gay Freedom Day Parade; newspapers claimed the higher numbers were due to John Briggs. Organizers asked participants to carry signs indicating their hometowns for the cameras, to show how far people came to live in the Castro District. Milk rode in an open car carrying a sign saying "I'm from Woodmere, N.Y." He gave a version of what became his most famous speech, the "Hope Speech", that The San Francisco Examiner said "ignited the crowd":

"On this anniversary of Stonewall, I ask my gay sisters and brothers to make the commitment to fight. For themselves, for their freedom, for their country ... We will not win our rights by staying quietly in our closets ... We are coming out to fight the lies, the myths, the distortions. We are coming out to tell the truths about gays, for I am tired of the conspiracy of silence, so I'm going to talk about it. And I want you to talk about it. You must come out. Come out to your parents, your relatives."

Despite the losses in battles for gay rights across the country that year, he remained optimistic, saying "Even if gays lose in these initiatives, people are still being educated. Because of Anita Bryant and Dade County, the entire country was educated about homosexuality to a greater extent than ever before. The first step is always hostility, and after that you can sit down and talk about it."

Citing the potential infringements on individual rights, former governor of California Ronald Reagan voiced his opposition to the proposition, as did Governor Jerry Brown and President Jimmy Carter, the latter in an afterthought following a speech he gave in Sacramento. On November 7, 1978, the proposition lost by more than a million votes, astounding gay activists on election night. In San Francisco, 75 percent voted against it.

Assassination


On November 10, 1978, ten months after being sworn in, Supervisor White resigned his position on the San Francisco Board of Supervisors, claiming that his annual salary of $9,600 was not enough to support his family. Milk had also felt the pinch of the decrease in income when he and Scott Smith were forced to close Castro Camera a month before. Within days, White requested the position again and Mayor Moscone initially agreed. However, further consideration—and intervention by other supervisors—convinced the mayor to appoint someone more in line with the growing ethnic diversity of White's district and the liberal leanings of the Board of Supervisors. On November 18, news broke of the murder of California Representative Leo Ryan, who was in Jonestown, Guyana to check on the remote community built by members of the Peoples Temple who had relocated from San Francisco. The next day came news of the mass suicide of members of the Peoples Temple. Horror came in degrees as San Franciscans learned more than 400 Jonestown residents were dead. Dan White remarked to two aides who were working for his reinstatement, "You see that? One day I'm on the front page and the next I'm swept right off." Soon the number of dead in Guyana topped 900.
Moscone planned to announce White's replacement days later, on November 27, 1978. Half an hour before the press conference, Dan White entered City Hall through a basement window to avoid metal detectors and made his way to Mayor Moscone's office. Witnesses heard shouting between White and Moscone, then gunshots. White shot the mayor once in the arm, then three times in the head after Moscone had fallen on the floor. White then quickly walked to his former office, reloading his police-issue revolver with hollow-point bullets along the way, and intercepted Harvey Milk, asking him to step inside for a moment. Dianne Feinstein heard gunshots and called the police. She found Milk face down on the floor, shot five times, including twice in the head at close range. Feinstein was shaking so badly she required support from the police chief after identifying both bodies. It was she who announced to the press, "Today San Francisco has experienced a double tragedy of immense proportions. As President of the Board of Supervisors, it is my duty to inform you that both Mayor Moscone and Supervisor Harvey Milk have been shot and killed," then adding after being drowned out by shouts of disbelief, "and the suspect is Supervisor Dan White." Milk was 48 years old. Moscone was 49.

Within an hour, White called his wife from a nearby diner; she met him at a church and escorted him to turn himself in to the police. Many residents left flowers on the steps of City Hall. That evening, a spontaneous gathering began to form on Castro Street moving toward City Hall in a candlelight vigil. Their numbers were estimated between 25,000 and 40,000, spanning the width of Market Street, extending the mile and a half (2.4 km) from Castro Street. The next day, the bodies of Moscone and Milk were brought to the City Hall rotunda where mourners paid their respects. Six thousand mourners attended a service for Mayor Moscone at St. Mary's Cathedral. Two memorials were held for Milk; a small one at Temple Emanu-El and a more boisterous one at the Opera House.

"City in Agony"
Mayor Moscone had recently increased security at City Hall in the wake of the Jonestown suicides. Survivors from Guyana recounted drills for suicide preparations that Jones called "White Nights". Rumors about Moscone's and Milk's murders were fueled by the coincidence of Dan White's name and Jones' suicide preparations. A stunned District Attorney called the assassinations so close to the news about Jonestown "incomprehensible", but denied any connection. Governor Jerry Brown ordered all flags in California to be flown at half staff, and called Milk a "hard-working and dedicated supervisor, a leader of San Francisco's gay community, who kept his promise to represent all his constituents". President Jimmy Carter expressed his shock at both murders and sent his condolences. Speaker of the California Assembly Leo McCarthy called it "an insane tragedy". "A City in Agony" topped the headlines in The San Francisco Examiner the day after the murders; inside the paper stories of the assassinations under the headline "Black Monday" were printed back to back with updates of bodies being shipped home from Guyana. An editorial describing "A city with more sadness and despair in its heart than any city should have to bear" went on to ask how such tragedies occur, particularly to "men of such warmth and vision and great energies". Dan White was charged with two counts of murder and held without bail, eligible for the death penalty owing to the recent passage of a statewide proposition that allowed death or life in prison for the murder of a public official. One analysis of the months surrounding the murders called 1978 and 1979 "the most emotionally devastating years in San Francisco's fabulously spotted history".

The 32-year-old White, who had been in the Army during the Vietnam War, had run on a tough anti-crime platform in his district. Colleagues declared him a high-achieving "all-American boy". White was to have received an award the next week for rescuing a woman and child from a 17-story burning building when he was a firefighter in 1977. Though he was the only supervisor to vote against Milk's gay rights ordinance earlier that year, he had been quoted saying, "I respect the rights of all people, including gays". Milk and White at first got along well. One of White's political aides (who was gay) remembered, "Dan had more in common with Harvey than he did with anyone else on the board". White voted to support a center for gay seniors, and to honor Phyllis Lyon and Del Martin's 25th anniversary and pioneering work.
After Milk's vote for the mental health facility in White's district, however, White refused to speak with Milk and only communicated with one of Milk's aides. Other acquaintances remembered White as very intense. "He was impulsive ... He was an extremely competitive man, obsessively so ... I think he could not take defeat," San Francisco's assistant fire chief told reporters. White's first campaign manager quit in the middle of the campaign, and told a reporter that White was an egotist and it was clear that he was antigay, though he denied it in the press. White's associates and supporters described him "as a man with a pugilistic temper and an impressive capacity for nurturing a grudge". The aide who ran between White and Milk remembered, "Talking to him, I realized that he saw Harvey Milk and George Moscone as representing all that was wrong with the world".

When Milk's friends looked in his closet for a suit for his casket, they learned how much he had been affected by the recent decrease in his income as a supervisor. All of his clothes were coming apart; all of his socks had holes. He was cremated and his ashes were split, most of them scattered in San Francisco Bay by his closest friends. Some of them were encapsulated and buried beneath the sidewalk in front of 575 Castro Street, where Castro Camera had been located. Harry Britt, one of four people Milk listed on his tape as an acceptable replacement should he be assassinated, was chosen by the acting mayor, Dianne Feinstein.

Trial

Dan White's arrest and trial caused a sensation, and illustrated severe tensions between the liberal population and the city police. The San Francisco Police were mostly working-class Irish descendants who intensely disliked the growing gay immigration, as well as the liberal direction of the city government. After White turned himself in and confessed, he sat in his cell while his former colleagues on the police force told Harvey Milk jokes; police openly wore "Free Dan White" T-shirts in the days after the murder. An undersheriff for San Francisco later stated, "The more I observed what went on at the jail, the more I began to stop seeing what Dan White did as the act of an individual and began to see it as a political act in a political movement". White showed no remorse for his actions, and only exhibited vulnerability during an eight-minute call to his mother from jail.

The seated jury for White's trial consisted of white middle-class San Franciscans who were mostly Catholic; gays and ethnic minorities were excused from the jury pool. The jury was clearly sympathetic to the defendant: some of the members cried when they heard White's tearful recorded confession, at the end of which the interrogator thanked White for his honesty. White's defense attorney, Doug Schmidt, argued that he was not responsible for his actions, using the legal defense known as diminished capacity: "Good people, fine people, with fine backgrounds, simply don't kill people in cold blood". Schmidt tried to prove that White's anguished mental state was a result of manipulation by the politicos in City Hall who had consistently disappointed and confounded him, finally promising to give his job back only to refuse him again. Schmidt said that White's mental deterioration was demonstrated and exacerbated by his junk food binge the night before the murders, since he was usually known to have been health-food conscious. Area newspapers quickly dubbed it the Twinkie defense. White was acquitted of the murders on May 21, 1979, but found guilty of voluntary manslaughter of both victims, and he was sentenced to serve seven and two-thirds years. With the sentence reduced for time served and good behavior, he would be released in five. He cried when he heard the verdict.

The White Night Riots
Acting Mayor Feinstein, Supervisor Carol Ruth Silver, and Milk's successor Harry Britt condemned the jury's decision. When it was announced over the police radio in the city, someone sang "Danny Boy" on the police band. A surge of people from the Castro District walked again to City Hall, chanting "Avenge Harvey Milk" and "He got away with murder". Pandemonium rapidly escalated as rocks were hurled at the front doors of the building. Milk's friends and aides tried to stop the destruction, but the mob of more than 3,000 ignored them and lit police cars on fire. They shoved a burning newspaper dispenser through the broken doors of City Hall, then cheered as the flames grew. One of the rioters responded to a reporter's question about why they were destroying parts of the city: "Just tell people that we ate too many Twinkies. That's why this is happening." The chief of police ordered the police not to retaliate, but to hold their ground. The White Night riots, as they became known, lasted several hours.

Later that evening, May 21, 1979, several police cruisers filled with officers wearing riot gear arrived at the Elephant Walk Bar on Castro Street. Harvey Milk's protégé Cleve Jones and a reporter for the San Francisco Chronicle, Warren Hinckle, watched as officers stormed into the bar and began to beat patrons at random. After a 15-minute melee, they left the bar and struck out at people walking along the street. The chief of police finally ordered the officers out of the neighborhood. By morning, 61 police officers and 100 rioters and gay residents of the Castro had been hospitalized. City Hall, police cruisers, and the Elephant Walk Bar suffered damages in excess of $1,000,000.

After the verdict, the District Attorney Joseph Freitas faced a furious gay community to explain what had gone wrong. The prosecutor admitted to feeling sorry for White before the trial, and neglected to ask the interrogator who recorded White's confession (and who was a childhood friend of White's and his police softball team coach) about his biases and the support White received from the police because, he said, he did not want to embarrass the detective in front of his family in court. Nor did Freitas question White's frame of mind, lack of a history of mental illness, or bring into evidence city politics, suggesting that revenge may have been a motive. Supervisor Carol Ruth Silver testified on the last day of the trial that White and Milk were not friendly, yet she had contacted the prosecutor and insisted on testifying. It was the only testimony the jury heard about their strained relationship. Freitas blamed the jury who he claimed had been "taken in by the whole emotional aspect of [the] trial".

Aftermath

Milk's and Moscone's murders and White's trial changed city politics and the California legal system. In 1980 San Francisco ended district supervisor elections, fearing that a Board of Supervisors so divisive would be harmful to the city, and that they had been a factor in the assassinations. A grassroots neighborhood effort to restore district elections in the mid-1990s proved successful, and the city returned to neighborhood representatives in 2000. As a result of Dan White's trial, California voters changed the law to reduce the likelihood of acquittals of accused who knew what they were doing but claimed their capacity was impaired. Diminished capacity was abolished as a defense to a charge, but courts allowed evidence of it when deciding whether to incarcerate, commit, or otherwise punish a convicted defendant. The "Twinkie defense" has entered American mythology, popularly described as a case where a murderer escapes justice because he binged on junk food, simplifying White's lack of political savvy, his relationships with George Moscone and Harvey Milk, and what San Francisco Chronicle columnist Herb Caen described as pandemic police "dislike (understatement) of homosexuals".

Dan White served a little more than five years for the double murder of Moscone and Milk. On October 22, 1985, a year and a half after his release from prison, White was found dead in a running car in his ex-wife's garage. He was 39 years old. His defense attorney told reporters that he had been despondent over the loss of his family, and the situation he had caused, adding "This was a sick man."

Legacy



Harvey Milk's political career centered on making government responsive to individuals, gay liberation, and the importance of neighborhoods to the city. At the onset of each campaign, an issue was added to Milk's public political philosophy.His 1973 campaign focused on the first point, that as a small business owner in San Francisco—a city dominated by large corporations that had been courted by municipal government—his interests were being overlooked because he was not represented by a large financial institution. Although he did not hide the fact that he was gay, it did not become an issue until his race for the California State Assembly in 1976. It was brought to the fore in the supervisor race against Rick Stokes, as it was an extension of his ideas of individual freedom.

Milk strongly believed that neighborhoods promoted unity and a small-town experience, and that the Castro should provide services to all its residents. He opposed the closing of an elementary school; even though most gay people in the Castro did not have children, Milk saw his neighborhood having the potential to welcome everyone. He told his aides to concentrate on fixing potholes, and boasted that 50 new stop signs had been installed in District 5. Responding to city residents' largest complaint about living in San Francisco—dog feces—Milk made it a priority to enact the ordinance requiring dog owners to take care of their pets' droppings. Randy Shilts noted, "some would claim Harvey was a socialist or various other sorts of ideologues, but, in reality, Harvey's political philosophy was never more complicated than the issue of dogshit; government should solve people's basic problems."

Scholar Karen Foss attributes Milk's impact on San Francisco politics to the fact that he was completely unlike anyone else who had held public office in the city. She writes, "Milk happened to be a highly energetic, charismatic figure with a love of theatrics and nothing to lose ... Using laughter, reversal, transcendence, and his insider/outsider status, Milk helped create a climate in which dialogue on issues became possible. He also provided a means to integrate the disparate voices of his various constituencies." Milk had been a rousing speaker since he began campaigning in 1973, and his oratory skills only improved after he became City Supervisor. His most famous talking points became known as the "Hope Speech", which became a staple throughout his political career. It opened with a play on the accusation that gay people recruit impressionable youth into their numbers: "My name is Harvey Milk—and I want to recruit you". A version of the Hope Speech that he gave near the end of his life was considered by his friends and aides to be the best, and the closing the most effective:

And the young gay people in the Altoona, Pennsylvanias and the Richmond, Minnesotas who are coming out and hear Anita Bryant in television and her story. The only thing they have to look forward to is hope. And you have to give them hope. Hope for a better world, hope for a better tomorrow, hope for a better place to come to if the pressures at home are too great. Hope that all will be all right. Without hope, not only gays, but the blacks, the seniors, the handicapped, the us'es, the us'es will give up. And if you help elect to the central committee and other offices, more gay people, that gives a green light to all who feel disenfranchised, a green light to move forward. It means hope to a nation that has given up, because if a gay person makes it, the doors are open to everyone.

In the last year of his life, Milk emphasized that gay people should be more visible to help to end the discrimination and violence against them. Although Milk had not come out to his mother before her death many years before, in his final statement during his taped prediction of his assassination, he urged others to do so:

I cannot prevent anyone from getting angry, or mad, or frustrated. I can only hope that they'll turn that anger and frustration and madness into something positive, so that two, three, four, five hundred will step forward, so the gay doctors will come out, the gay lawyers, the gay judges, gay bankers, gay architects ... I hope that every professional gay will say 'enough', come forward and tell everybody, wear a sign, let the world know. Maybe that will help.

However, Milk's assassination has become entwined with his political efficacy, partly because he was killed at the zenith of his popularity. Historian Neil Miller writes, "No contemporary American gay leader has yet to achieve in life the stature Milk found in death". His legacy has become ambiguous; Randy Shilts concludes his biography writing that Milk's success, murder, and the inevitable injustice of White's verdict represented the experience of all gays. Milk's life was "a metaphor for the homosexual experience in America". According to Frances FitzGerald, Milk's legend has been unable to be sustained as no one appeared able to take his place in the years after his death: "The Castro saw him as a martyr but understood his martyrdom as an end rather than a beginning. He had died, and with him a great deal of the Castro's optimism, idealism, and ambition seemed to die as well. The Castro could find no one to take his place in its affections, and possibly wanted no one." On the 20th anniversary of Milk's death, historian John D'Emilio said, "The legacy that I think he would want to be remembered for is the imperative to live one's life at all times with integrity". For a political career so short, Cleve Jones attributes more to his assassination than his life: "His murder and the response to it made permanent and unquestionable the full participation of gay and lesbian people in the political process.


I'm sorry this was so long, and Im sure I missed alot of information, but this is not a story to be rushed through. It's our history.

Tutorial: What a Drag

Ladies and Gentlemen,

RuPaul

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Nevermind being funny as shit with a sparkling personality... This Diva knows how to work. And she does! He has been an actor and an actress, he lives his life for him, and lives her life OUTLOUD!

RuPaul Andre Charles (born November 17, 1960) is an American actor, drag queen and singer-songwriter, who first gained fame in the 1990s when he appeared in a wide variety of television programs, films, and musical albums. Working primarily in a drag queen persona, RuPaul has on occasion performed as a man in a number of roles, usually billed as RuPaul Charles.

n 1993 RuPaul recorded dance/house albums which included Supermodel of the World. They were released through the hardcore rap label Tommy Boy, spawning the dance track hit "Supermodel (You Better Work)", which was a hit song for Rupaul. The music video was an unexpected success on MTV channels, as grunge-rock (Nirvana) and gangsta rap were popular at the time. The song peaked at #45 on the Billboard Hot 100. It further charted on the UK Singles Chart, peaking on the top 40 at #39. The song found the most success peaking at number 2 on the US dance music charts (known as the Billboard Hot Dance Music/Club Play chart). Airplay, heavy rotation of the music video on the MTV network and television appearances on popular programs like The Arsenio Hall Show popularized the song.

His next two songs/videos, "Back to My Roots" and "A Shade Shady (Now Prance)" both went #1 on the Billboard Hot Dance Music/Club Play charts and further developed his campy persona. Between them, House of Love was released without a video. It failed to place on any US charts, despite rising to #68 on the UK Singles Chart.

RuPaul caused a controversy at the 1993 MTV Video Music Awards when he presented an award with actor Milton Berle, who performed an altogether different type of drag early in his career. The two had conflicts back-stage, and when Berle inappropriately touched RuPaul's breasts, RuPaul ad-libbed the line "So you used to wear gowns, but now you're wearing diapers." A surprised Berle replied, "Oh, we're going to ad lib? I'll check my brain and we'll start even." The press picked this up as a crack in the "love everyone" message RuPaul presented, and depicted the incident as a young newcomer treating a legend poorly. This year would also mark his biggest hit on The UK Singles Chart, a remake of "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" with Elton John, which went to number seven. It was around this time that RuPaul co-hosted the BRIT Awards in London, also with Elton John.

RuPaul was signed to a modeling contract for MAC cosmetics, making him the first drag queen supermodel. Various billboards featured him in full drag, often with the text "I am the MAC girl." As well at this time he released his autobiography, Lettin' It All Hang Out. He promoted that book in part with a 1995 guest appearance on ABC's All My Children, in a storyline that put him on the set of Erica Kane's talk show "The Cutting Edge."

The next year, he landed a talk show of his own on VH1, appropriately called The RuPaul Show, where he interviewed celebrity guests and musical acts. Nirvana (even though Kurt Cobain committed suicide in 1994), Duran Duran, Taylor Dayne, Mary J. Blige, Bea Arthur, Dionne Warwick, Olivia Newton-John, Beenie Man, Pete Burns, Bow Wow Wow, and the Backstreet Boys were notable guests. His co-host was Michelle Visage, with whom he also co-hosted on WKTU radio. On one notable episode, RuPaul brought gay porn culture to Middle America with featured guests Chi Chi LaRue and Tom Chase.

Later in the year he would release his second album, Foxy Lady, this time on the LA based Rhino Records label. Despite his growing celebrity, it failed to chart within the Billboard 200. However, the first single "Snapshot" found success in the dance market and went to number four on the Hot Dance Music/Club Play chart. It also enjoyed limited mainstream success, charting at number ninety-five on the Billboard Hot 100 (which was his second and only other Hot 100 entry). The second single "Little Bit of Love" only charted at number 28 on the hot dance music/club play chart. The album featured covers of a 1981 Diana Ross song Work that body co-written by Paul Jabara and "If You Were a Woman and I was a Man" originally recorded by Bonnie Tyler. Because of his strong fan base within the gay community, RuPaul has performed at gay pride events and numerous gay clubs. During this time RuPaul helped launch the return of WKTU radio in New York City and would serve as host (with Michelle Visage) of the morning show until 1998.

In 1997, he released a Christmas album entitled Ho, Ho, Ho. He has had guest appearances in many films, including both Brady Bunch movies, in which he played Jan's female guidance counselor. In 1997, RuPaul teamed with Martha Wash to remake the classic disco anthem, "It's Raining Men". The song was included in the 1998 compilation CD RuPaul's Go Go Box Classics, which was a collection of some of his favorite dance songs by other artists, this would be his third and final release through Rhino Records and a major record label. It was during this time that he appeared in Webex TV commercials and magazine ads. In 2001 he recorded with Brigitte Nielsen, credited as Gitta, the Eurodance track You're no lady.

In 2004, RuPaul released his third album, RuPaul Red Hot, on his own RuCo Inc. label. It received some dance radio and club play, but very little press coverage. On his blog, RuPaul discussed how he felt betrayed by the entertainment industry, particularly the gay press. In one incident, it was noted that the magazine Entertainment Weekly refused to review the album, instead asking him to make a comedic contribution to a fashion article. He likened the experience to "a black person being invited to a party, but only if they'll serve." Despite his apparent dissatisfaction with the release, "RuPaul Red Hot" showed RuPaul returning to the top of the dance charts in the US with the lead off single "Looking Good, Feeling Gorgeous" hitting number two on the dance chart. The second, "Workout", peaked at number five. The third and final single from the album "People are People" a duet with Tom Trujillo peaked at number 10. The album itself only charted on the Top Electronic Albums chart, where it hit number nine. When asked about this in an interview, RuPaul said, "Well, betrayed might be the wrong word. ‘Betrayed’ alludes to an idea that there was some kind of a promise made to me, and there never was. More so, I was disappointed. I don’t feel like it was a betrayal. Nobody promises anything in show business and you understand that from day one. But, I don’t know what happened. It seemed I couldn’t get press on my album unless I was willing to play into the role that the mainstream press has assigned to gay people, which is as servants of straight ideals."

On June 13, 2006, RuPaul released RuPaul.ReWorked, his fifth album. It features reworked versions of songs from his back catalog, as well as new recordings. The only single released from the album is a re-recording of "Supermodel (You Better Work)", reaching number twenty-one on the U.S. dance chart. June 20, 2007 saw the release of "Starrbooty (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) on iTunes in the US. A CD version is available from RuPaul's official website. The single "Call Me Starrbooty" was released in 2007. The album contains new tracks from the singer as well as interludes with dialogue from the movie. The film was released on DVD in October 2007.

In mid 2008, RuPaul began work on RuPaul's Drag Race, a reality television game show to air on Logo in February 2009. Top drag queens will compete to be selected as the number one drag performer in the country. At least one of the contestants will be chosen by fans through voting on RuPaulsDragRace.com. In publicity preparation for the new show he made appearances as a guest on several other shows in 2008 including as a guest judge on Season 5, Episode 6 of Project Runway and as a guest "chef" on Paula's Party.




"What other people think of me is not my business. What I do is what I do. How people see me doesn’t change what I decide to do. I don’t choose projects so people don’t see me as one thing or another. I choose projects that excite me. I think the problem is that people refuse to understand what drag is outside of their own belief system.”

—RuPaul,

Tutorial: Come get your "learn" on.

Good Morning, and welcome to the Tutorial. This is the newest category of my blog, and the reason for it, is that I have recently learned that there are a lot of important people, events, cultural events, historical events, and fun little quirky things that I always thought to be common knowledge...are completely unknown to a lot of people. Primarily in the Gay community. This is largely due to the fact that most gays are obsessed with themselves and the party scene and the bars and the butt sex to bother learning about the people who came before them. Disrespectful little fucks. BUT I can't say they are ALL like that...but yeah, while you are out drinking and dancing and fucking strangers, don't be rude or overlook the older gays who you meet. They didn't have it as easy as you did, they fought for YOUR rights to live this tragic lifestyle you choose to live. Have some respect.
It is important to note that there are people, who are NOT gay, who fight for YOUR gay rights! That's right. They deserve recognition and praise from us, so don't mistreat your fag hags, because the good ones would stand between you and a gay-basher, taking off her heels and putting her dukes up to protect you.

I have decided to use what little "celebrity" I have through this blog, to educate those who maybe, don't know about the people who work so hard to bring joy, peace, change in our world. This will include important people in politics, pop culture, gay rights, publications, and local small town heros. I think that you should have a respect for those who fought and still fight for you, even though they may not actually know you...but how can you, unless you KNOW what they did. So here you go. My contribution to awareness.

I couldn't think of anyone more deserving to be the first person in the Tutorial. She is phenomenal, caring, open and free to the world, she is unique, she is funny, she is an icon. She is the one and only...

Margaret Cho
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Margaret Cho is an American comedian, fashion designer, actress, author, and as of 2008, recording artist. Cho is best known for her stand-up routines, through which she critiques social and political problems, especially those pertaining to race and sex. In acting terms, she has played more serious parts, such as that of John Travolta's long-suffering FBI colleague in the action movie Face/Off.

She has also directed and appeared in music videos, and has her own clothing line. She has frequently supported gay rights, and identifies herself as bisexual. She has won awards for her humanitarian efforts on behalf of women, Asians, and the LGBT (Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgendered) community.

Cho's comedy routines are often explicit. She has covered substance abuse, eating disorders, her bisexuality and obsession for gay men, and Asian-American stereotypes, among other subjects, in her stand up.

ALL AMERICAN GIRL:

In 1995, ABC developed and aired a sitcom based on Cho's stand-up routine. The show, All American Girl, was initially feted as the first show where an East Asian family was prominently featured.

Cho has expressed subsequent regret for much of what transpired during the production of the episodes of the show.

* After network executives criticized her appearance and the roundness of her face, Cho starved herself for several weeks; her rapid weight loss, done to modify her appearance by the time the pilot episode was filmed, caused serious kidney failure.
* The show suffered criticism from within the U.S. East Asian community over its perception of stereotyping. Producers told Cho at different times during production that she was "too Asian" and, that she was "not Asian enough". At one point during the course of the show, producers hired a coach to teach Cho how to "be more Asian".
* Much of the humor was broad, and at times, stereotypical portrayals of her close Korean relatives and homosexual book-shop customers.

The show was quickly canceled after suffering from poor ratings, and the effect of major content changes over the course of its single season.

Following the show's 1995 cancellation, Cho became addicted to drugs & alcohol. As detailed in her 2002 autobiography, "I'm the One That I Want", in 1995, her substance abuse also degraded a performance in Monroe, Louisiana, that she was booed off the stage by 800 college students.

Cho's career and personal life were challenged after the cancellation of the show, but Cho eventually sobered, refocused her energy and developed new material. In 1999, she wrote about her struggles with the show in her first one-woman show, "I'm the One That I Want." Cho then released her book of the same name, and the show was filmed and released as a concert film in 2000. Her material dealt with her difficulties breaking into show business due to her ethnicity and weight, and her resulting struggle with and triumph over body image issues and drug and alcohol addiction

The poster for her first one-woman show (and film), I'm the One That I Want, featured her holding her arms out as if gripping a steering wheel but with her index finger extended, an allusion to a long joke she tells involving the rides home after using digital rectal stimulation while performing fellatio in order to expedite her partner's orgasm.

Cho also became well known for portraying her relationship with her mother in her work, particularly in imitating her mother's heavily accented speech. Her depictions of "Mommy" became a popular part of her routine.

Cho's material often features commentary on politics and contemporary American culture. In addition to her shows, Cho also developed an additional outlet for her advocacy with the advent of Margaretcho.com and her daily weblog.

A substantial segment of her material and advocacy addresses gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender issues. When San Francisco mayor Gavin Newsom directed that San Francisco's city hall issue marriage licenses to same-sex couples in San Francisco in 2004 (until reversed by the state supreme court), Cho started Love is Love is Love, a website promoting the legalization of gay marriage in the United States.

Cho has also been outspoken about her dislike of current President George W. Bush. She began to draw intense fire from conservatives over her fiercely anti-Bush commentary; a live performance in Houston, Texas was threatened with picketing. Although protesters never showed up, she held a counter protest outside the club until security told her she had to go inside.

In 2004, Cho was performing at a corporate event in a hotel when, after ten minutes, her microphone was cut off and a band was instructed to begin playing. Cho claims this was because the manager of the hotel was offended by anti-Bush-administration comments. Cho's payment, which was issued by way of check directly to a non-profit organization, a defense fund for the West Memphis Three, initially bounced but was eventually honored.

In July 2004 during the Democratic National Convention, Cho was dis-invited to speak at a Human Rights Campaign/National Stonewall Democrats fundraiser out of fear that her comments might cause controversy. In November 2005, she campaigned to pardon Stanley "Tookie" Williams, an early Crips gang leader, for his death sentence for four murders. On December 13, 2005, after exhausting all forms of appeal, Williams was executed by lethal injection at San Quentin State Prison, California.

She emceed the multi-artist True Colors Tour, which traveled through 15 cities in the United States and Canada. The tour, sponsored by the Logo channel, began on June 8, 2007. Headlined by Cyndi Lauper, the tour also included Debbie Harry, Erasure, The Gossip, Rufus Wainwright, The Dresden Dolls, The MisShapes, Rosie O'Donnell, Indigo Girls, The Cliks and other special guests. Profits from the tour helped to benefit the Human Rights Campaign as well as PFLAG(Parents & Friends of Lesbians And Gays) and The Matthew Shepard Foundation.

On January 25, 2008, Cho officially gave her support to Illinois Senator Barack Obama for the nomination on the Democratic ticket for the 2008 U.S. presidential race. After Republican Presidential candidate John McCain announced his running-mate, Governor Sarah Palin of Alaska, Cho said of Palin, "I think [Palin] is the worst thing to happen to America since 9-11." ....OH SNAP.

AWARD WINNER:
* In 1999, I'm The One That I Want won New York magazine's Performance of the Year award and was named one of the Great Performances of the year by Entertainment Weekly.
* In 2000, her "E! Celebrity Profile" won a Gracie Allen Award from the American Women in Radio and Television organization acknowledging its "superior quality and effective portrayal of the changing roles and concerns of women."
* In 2000, the Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation (GLAAD) awarded her with a Golden Gate award and described her as an entertainer who, "as a pioneer, has made a significant difference in promoting equal rights for all, regardless of sexual orientation or gender identity."
* In 2001, she was given a Lambda Liberty Award by Lambda Legal for "pressing us to see how false constructions of race, sexuality, and gender operate similarly to obscure and demean identity."
* In 2003, she received a "Justice in Action" award from the Asian American Legal Defense and Education Fund.
* In 2003, she was given an Intrepid Award by the National Organization for Women.
* In 2004, she was awarded with the First Amendment Award from the American Civil Liberties Union.
* In 2007, she won for Outstanding Comedy Performance in AZN's Asian Excellence Awards.
* April 30, 2008 was declared "Margaret Cho Day" in San Francisco, CA.

BIBLIOGRAPHY

* I'm the One That I Want (2000)
* I Have Chosen to Stay and Fight (2005)



She is an amazing woman who has been through her own personal struggles, professional struggles, and political struggles, and still managed to become an icon. For anyone who thought she was just some funny asian chick who has been on TV a time or two, you have just been SCHOOL'D...boom.

January 27, 2009

Newest iTunes purchase

So now that I have an iPod worth using, I am downloading stuff from iTunes like a fiend!!

My latest and funniest purchase is that of Kathy Griffin's "For Your Consideration."

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I realize that not everyone likes her brash, shit talking comedy....I LOVE HER. I want to be one of "her gays" so bad I can taste it. Creepy...I know where she lives. Thats cool "Wings" House she lives in that you can see on her show, I know exactly where it is and how to get there. I have been in front of that house, I have been ON HER DRIVEWAY....I mean I was turning around in it but still. I have a picture in my MySpace photo albums...that I took while parked in front of her house. Okay that sounds creepy I was only parked there long enough to take the picture guys, Im not THAT crazy.

HOWEVER, I am crazy enough to think of the following idea... OK so I need to either find someone who has a digital video camera...because I want to film a 1 minute video on the street in front of her house...telling her how awesome she is..blah blah blah...and put it on youtube. Maybe even make put it on this page as a recurring blog entry. I figure if she google's and youtube's herself as much as she claims, she is BOUND to come across this video, or blog...and thus, become aware of my existence. This is the coolest thing ever in my mind...Kathy Griffin, knows me. The ultimate goal, is to meet her...and maybe, through my sparkling personality and the power of the universe, become her friend. Like exchange phone numbers and text each other, do dinners when she isn't off being fabulous somewhere... I *LOVE* her.

Anyone interested?? Anyone wanna join my crazy little camera crew??

anyone have a small digital camera that shoots videos that I can borrow???

DAMN IT...this is fun and I swear to god we will be famous somehow. If that gross little twink Chris Crocker can get famous for like a second crying to leave Britney alone...and almost get his own TV show!!! damn it, we can do this. Can I just say real quick that I am glad that little faggot didn't get his own show. OH and for those of you who don't know, or don't get it, I'm taking the word "faggot" back. Much like black folk calling each other "nigga"...I'm Gay and proud and feel that I have every right to use the word Faggot in a positive and negative way. Chris Crocker....FAGGOT. (Negative).
I FUCKIN HATE THAT LITTLE FAGGOT CHRIS CROCKER AND HERE'S WHY:
First of all, we get it. You LOVE Britney. I Love Britney. I have loved her since she debuted when I was a senior in high school. I understand you on that. This is why I hate you Chris Crocker.... You made an absolute freaking ASSCLOWN of yourself on the internet, with your bad teeth and bad make up and bad 90's Ellen DeGeneres hair cut, crying and drooling, yelling at the media to leave britney alone. "That's why she named her song Gimme More cuz that all you WANT FROM HER IS MORE MORE MORE!!!!" No, you stupid little fairy... she didn't write the song, first of all...and second of all if you actually took the time to pay attention to the lyrics, you would know it has nothing to do with the media...you freak. "Piece of Me" was written about the media. Stupid faggot. Leave the meanings of song to those of us who are intelligent.

The other reason I hate him, is that he, and stupid twinks like him, give the rest of us a bad name. If I were some straight redneck idiot in Kentucky and all I knew of gay people was Chris Crocker....I would hate gays too. I try very hard to embrace my fellow gays, to believe in our struggle and our history...but there are some gays that don't respect our own culture or history. They make it seem like our culture is to club, get drunk, and make fools of themselves. OH and to be raging slutty whores.
My idea of gay pride is celebrating people like Harvey Milk, Mary Griffith, the people involved in Stone Wall, the Equal Rights Campaign, the strides we've made, the people who fought for and continue to fight for our rights to be treated equally in this country...those are the people who we should be proud of. And how do we show our pride?? by taking our shirts off, and grinding on each other while drinking and screaming... at least that's most of what I have seen at gay pride events, worst of all being West Hollywood. This is an embarrassment as far as I'm concerned. But hey, we are free to do what we wish...which is my I use my freedom of choice to choose to have no part of it. I will go to a pride event for the right reasons, and when the disgrace begins, I leave.

Wow, this became quite the rant. Sorry hahaha. The bitterness comes out when the stress level goes up, and today has been a DAY and its only half over.

Viva La Musica

Spreading musical awareness, it's what I do.

Here is a list of songs that I love and currently am listening to and singing along with...badly I might add.


Brandy - Long Distance
Missy Higgins - Where I Stood
Sheryl Crow - Redemption Day
P.Diddy feat. Christina Aguilera - Tell Me ***note, I am not a fan of Sean Combs. The arrogance of him irritates me, i respect his success and commend him for his years of hard work....but omg get over yourself.***
Shawn Colvin - If I Were Brave
Bruce Springsteen - Streets of Philadelphia
Carrie Underwood - So Small
Jamie O'Neill - Arizona
Sheryl Crow - The Book
Jeanie Ortega - What I Need
The Bangles - Eternal Flame
Rob Thomas - Now Comes The Night
Ani DiFranco - As Is
Maria Mena - Fragile



I know that not all of you will like the same things that I do, but I hope you will at least give them a try. Check Myspace for these songs, or give them a quick download and listen to them, if you don't like it, delete it. No Harm, No Foul.

I believe that music is mankind's greatest achievement, and should be shared often.

Open Mouth, insert.....

foot??? awww. :-( boo less fun than my first thought. ;-)

Well, my spazzy random and wacky personality has made someone uneasy. Damnit, I hate that. I forget that my personality doesn't make sense to everyone. Never in a million years did I want make anyone uneasy or uncomfortable...well anyone i give a shit about, fuck the rest of yall. LOL

You know who you are, and I'm sorry. Remember that I am a random spazz for most, if not all 24 hours of the day, so not everything that spews from my mouth or fingers is meant to be taken literally.


Moving on...
Can I just tell you that I do NOT understand why I eat McDonalds Breakfast....ever. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it always SOUNDS like a good idea in my head...something like "mmmmm McMuffin....can has." Yet within an hour after eating, my stomach and digestive system, simultaneously say "NO CAN HAS!!" OMG and the worst part is, I KNOW THIS. I know my system hates McD's BFast...yet once or twice a month, there I am, in the drive-thru at 7:50AM, down the street from my office. WHY!?!?!?! I would probably have an easier time passing a stone than I would digesting their food.
I don't have any problem digesting their regular menu. Those BBQ Chipotle Chicken Snack Wraps are the SHIT. And I like to keep it O.G. and fuck up a big mac once in a while. No problem. But those damn McMuffins are razor blade for the digestive system....not to mention one GNARLY poo. I think Im gonna quit cold turkey. No more fast food bfast.

The worst part of it all is that Breakfast, is my favorite Genre of food! OMG If I am at a hotel, a casino, whatever and there is a breakfast buffet... sweet jesus-tap-dancing-christ, me at a breakfast buffet is like the first 10 minutes of Saving Private Ryan. CARNAGE.

I have it perfected.

I've made it an art form. Start off with the light stuff, fruit, cottage cheese,croissant, juice. Second trip, move onto the heartier stuff, but don't over do it, you need to leave room for the 3rd trip.
Second round in the ring; this is where you do the Egg. Now this can be the most exciting endeavor you make at the buffet because, if you are at a buffet worth its salt, they will have egg options. Scrambles, build your own scrambles, an omelet station..oh yes. REMEMBER, this is where you want to introduce more dairy into your meal, don't ask me why, but it seems to help prepare your stomach for the most difficult and satisfying trip...#3.
We aren't done with trip 2 yet folks so don't go getting all excited yet. SO you get the egg of your choice (and if its just egg whites, don't come back to my table, I'll hit you.) With your egg, you introduce the protein, oh yes, steak, ham, sausage, bacon, whatever your choices are (I tend to go for the swine, cuz the swine is fine.) and your potato choice. The potato choice is very important, because the seasoning used on potatoes can effect your pallet, so make sure you know what you want for your third trip, and choose a potato accordingly. I tend to go for the hash browns. SO...egg, potato, and something sweet...a little dinky danish, or cream puff or something...this sweetness prepares your mouth for the GLORY that is...
Trip Three....the Carnival of Carbs.
Lets the Massacre begin.
This trip normally consists of Pancakes, Waffle, French Toast, or whatever they have, you can choose, mix and match, or have it all! I tend to mix and match depending on the mood I am in at the time. Mix and match is fun cuz you cover it all with the same sweet sticky maple syrupy goodness...so why not? This is also where you will want to do the half slice of toast with jam or jelly...don't ask me why, it just works. REMEMBER, if you are a milk drinker, now is the time to get a heaping jug or large glass of milk. To offset the heaviness of the carbs and the sweetness of the syrup. You may not want to move after all this but it will be an amazing experience.

NOTE: Some buffets ( and I love this) have little cheese enchiladas in the breakfast buffet...eat this with the eggs...SO GOOD!!!


Follow these simple and delicious steps and you too can have a whole new appreciation for the art of Breakfast Cuisine....and like 45 extra lbs., but you can work it off in the casino
Some of you could use a little weight anyway. Skinny bitches.



In Conclusion:
Dont take everything I say literally, its usually Satire.
McD's b-fast equal bowel evacuating torture
Breakfast Buffets fear the wrath of Andru

January 26, 2009

Douche-Baggery... the "WTF?" Douche

WTF??? as in what the fuck went through his mind when this appeared in the mirror?

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Okay...now, because I believe in karma, I am going to start by saying, get a good look at his face. Once you get past the hair, the...overall appearance, he has a nice, handsome face. He is good looking....

Now let's begin:

What the hell possessed him to this? First of all, unless TRON was filmed on your head, there is no excuse for this look. Secondly, mohawks are meant to go UP, not 4 feet down over your face to your orange tanned pecs...see when that happens... its called having "bangs" you freak.
OH!! okay so check out miss thing. You know her name is something like Amber, Gretchen, or Misty...and she looks like she is thinking "omg I know you're like, SOOO jealous right now because this hot gay is all mine" when in reality I am thinking "You look like a tacky, over processed Jersey Whore. First of all, if you are going to rocks 3 or 4 different hair colors, you might want them to blend. You look like a freak. I have a friend who has a similar style, except my friend's is done RIGHT. The blond isn't crazy obvious, the red blends into the black, and there are no stupid tiger strips on her head. Hey Misty, you look like a fucktard slut, and your boyfriend looks like a Reject from a Panic at the Disco concert. Looks like he left his guy-liner at home.

I dont know which is worse, him, or her. Can you Imagine if they reproduced? First of all, they shouldn't be allowed to. HOWEVER, if they did, I think it would look like a goth ronald mc donald, same makeup, just darker shades, with the bad red hair. LOL

Oh well, unfortunately, these people are convinced that they look good, so those of us who know better, are stuck having to look at them. I figure since I am forced to see them, Im gonna comment on their existence. hahaha.

How Lesbians are Made

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Random Crap that I laughed at today

Besides your face...OOOOHHHHH SNAP... jk.

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Joe and His Roommates

Apparently, my newest friend Joe, whom i have given many nick names but predominantly call him:
****, Pudding Cup, Turd Burglar, Isa-Joe, *********, and "the In-Law"...Joe, and his roommates, spent an entire afternoon reading my blog. This complicates me emotionally... OK HERE'S THE THING;
I am so excited and happy that you enjoyed my blog SO much that you got your roommates in on it, and read the ENTIRE thing. According to my source (which is no secret, my bff Tim is Joe's Love Muffin of Boyfriendly DOOM) they spent an entire afternoon, reading every blog on this page. Which is like..150 or so. I realize some of them are small but OMG. That's dedication.

SIDE NOTE: Flattery...works on me.

So here is where the confusion comes in... Why? I mean I wrote it all sure, but I didn't think it was THAT good. Wow *shock* Ok. Now, Joe, Why didn't you comment on any of them????? If you liked it that much you would think maybe you might...say something about it? Would it kill you and your peeps to leave a comment once in a while. Rude. ahahahaha Also, he never told me he read my blog. Weird. Cool....just odd. But Im happy he does and Im happy he likes it, and Im happy his friends liked it. I hope they keep reading. AND I HOPE YOU ARE CLICKING ON THOSE GOOGLE ADS ON THE LEFT SIDE OF THE BLOG PAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I get paid for those damn clicks and the more clicks, the more money. Joe, you of all people, know how nice it would be to have an extra hundred bucks lying around, in case you wanna go visit your boyfriend, or grocery shop, or invest in dry-erase markers for your mirror/studying technique. Yeah. I put your secret out to the world.



SO yeah, confusion, flattery, Shock, Accomplishment....Im all a jumble with emotion. *sigh* the vapors. HAHAHA

I will blog again today, a little bit later. Right this second I am out of funny or interesting things to say.

PEACE OUT BITCHES!!!

January 22, 2009

EEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Im gonna be sick!!!!! this is the nastiest human being alive!!!! oh GOD *vomits*

Who leaves the house looking like this? Why would anyone think this is attractive??

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dear god in heaven, someone put this woman out of her misery.

Classy Ladies

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Holla. Mah name is Treviesa...thass spanish for "trouble" well thats wat da homiez call meh n-e-wayz. Teresa is my govt name.
I only roll wit thugs cuz im gangsta. I live wit mah momma and my sisters in a suburb, but choose the ghetto cuz its where mah <3 is.

If you hard, and you like to tap some freckled white ass...hit me up.

Muffin Top: Good and Bad

Okay folks, I am sick to death of seeing this. Please accept your body and embrace your curves, and stop trying to fool anyone. Just because they FIT doesn't mean you should wear them.
This goes for you men too...See, I have a muffin top, because of how my body is shaped, however, I keep my shit covered. You little emo boys, and "scene" boys, who lets your MT's hang out and wobble around while the rest of you that hast spilled over like dough, is crammed into skinny jeans...here is the thing about skinny jeans...YOU NEED TO BE SKINNY TO WEAR THEM PROPERLY AND NOT LOOK LIKE A RETARD.

So in case there is any further confusion...I have decided to use visual aids.

GOOD and BAD



GOOD MUFFIN TOP:
Kitteh
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BAD MUFFIN TOP:
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GOOD MUFFIN TOP:
puppy in diaper
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BAD MUFFIN TOP:
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Good Muffin Top:
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BAD MUFFIN TOP:
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Now that you see what you can look like from behind, maybe you will be a little more conscious about what you wear.

DoucheBaggery

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Do these people KNOW the world laughs at them?

I wish I could let them know. I really do.

Andrucious Say: he who read blog, rock my socks.

Okay so the title makes no sense...but whatever.


HI BITCHES!!! Okay so Im super excited and happy that I have a new follower to my blog...and its my girl Raylene!! HI TRASH!!! WELCOME!!!

Class....say hello to Raylene.


Well I am happy to report that life is picking up again. I'm working, pet sitting, keeping busy, finding new fun things to occupy my spare time. I'm hopelessly hooked on the Sims. I KNOW I KNOW, its dorky, and I'm like 8 years behind. Sims has been around forever, and I have Sims 2 but my P.O.S. computer cant handle it. It takes too much juice to run that game and my puter just freezes. I need a new one. If anyone knows where to get a decent computer, good for music, movies, and gaming, please let me know. Im trying to have $400 saved so I can get it, but we will see how that goes. Life often gets in the way of goals. If nothing else, Ill have to wait for my student loans to get a new puter, but if that's the case, I'm going with a laptop with the little built in webcam, and all the bells and whistles and stuff. I figure if I'm gonna go into debt, might as well be for what I want. haha. OMG what if I could video blog!!! how exciting would that be.
So that is my newest goal to reach, new computer.

I still would like to find more resources for student loans and stuff, so anyone out there know of anything, let me know, I will leave no stone left unturned in the pursuit of money for college and survival while I attend college.

Maybe this would've been easier had I gone to college, oh I don't know, right after high school! I shouldn't have waited until I was 28. Well technically I was 25 when I first went back to school. Then stopped again. Cuz I took on way too much and could no longer afford to go to school, cuz I had to pay for it out of pocket, except for my units...govt paid those, but I had to pay for supplies, BOOKS, gas to and from, parking passes, and all that mess...and OMG it was more than I could handle. I was making $10 an hour AND going to school??? oh I don't think so. Yeah I had to drop out again, because I had changed jobs, that wouldn't work with my school schedule, and it was forever far from school, i couldn't make it to class on time, and I couldn't afford the commute. I was bummed, but oh well. Its life, this time around I am not taking one single step onto a campus until I have student loans and plenty of money to pay for it. Otherwise, Ill be destined to be a dispatcher for rest of my life. which is sad.

OH!! Im thinking about writing a book!! just to see if I can. but how cool would that be if I managed to write a book that got published!!! J.K. Rowling and I would have high tea in London discussing the meaning behind Dumbledor's sexuality and how it was played out in the movies.

No Autographs please.

January 20, 2009

I FUCKING HATE VENTURA COUNTY DRIVERS AND HERE'S WHY:

This morning, as Im blissfully driving to work secure in the knowledge that I will be on time because I left earlier than usual, I become the victim of douchebag drivers...and now I have to pay the fine.

So some fucktard for whatever reason maybe forgot where they were or where they were going, and decides that the turn signal = all drivers come to a sop so you can dart across 2 lanes and exit the freeway at the last bloody second!! So I unfortunately for me, was not "behind" this brainiac...so I am 2 lanes over almost parallel to her. Until I see her in the corner of my eye, looking behind her, as she is rapidly approaching me. *sigh* (note: PAY FUCKING ATTENTION TO THE WORLD AROUND YOU YOU FUCKING IDIOTS)

I have no option except to dart into the on/off ramp lane, where there thankfully were no people coming or going. So I honk like a fool, flip her off, scream myself hoarse, and she just waves. Like that makes it all better. So now, Im trying to get back ON the freeway and every single mother fucking douche jockey on the road decides that as Andru is entering the freeway, we should tail gate each other and not let Andru back on the freeway. There was ONE nice guy who let m over, but sadly, it was too little too late, because the lines had gone solid, and began to split. As I began to merge in front of the nice man who let me in, (thank you Gold Lexus guy!) I see, sitting on the shoulder, a Ventura County Sheriff. Surely he would understand that I was desperate.... no He pulled me over.
So I roll down my windows, and wait patiently for the tall, dark, and rather handsome officer to approach. He was very polite, and very nice, and I was happy about that...but he told me he pulled me over because I crossed all those white stripes instead of merging further back. I calmly explained that I was frustrated by almost being hit and being pushed into a lane I had no intention of ever being in, as I work about 10 miles further up the 101 freeway, and that everyone tailgated intentionally u ntil the nice man in the gold Lexus waved me in. He understood, saying "yes people are a pin when it comes to traffic, they think that letting one car in means they will be stuck in traffic for another few hours." I laughed, at the lame joke, but joke none-the-less...and then he says "Are you aware that you can't have any tint on your front windows?" ....uhh... drr, everyone knows that in the bullshit state of california, you cannot have tint on your front windows....but do you know how uncool most cars, especially mine, looks WITHOUT it? Hater. "well I didn't think anything of it because it was there when I bought it...I thought it was legal since that's how the dealership sold it." Total lie, no excuse for it. "Well they weren't supposed to, its illegal." Good Point. SO then I say "Well, if it's illegal, why are they allowed to put the tint on at all? That's like setting people up for failure...and expensive fines, but I suppose our not to great state needs to make money somehow right?"

I guess my willingness to be so open about my opinion of this joke of a state, was what did it. He laughed, almost the same forced laugh i gave him a few seconds prior...and says "well Im going to issue you a citation for failing to yield, and having tinted front windows, ill be right back."

Great. Failure to yield to a sign...because me using my Accord as a battering ram, and forcing people to let me in...that was OBVIOUSLY the wiser choice. What was I thinking trying to be the nice driver? The tint is a fix it ticket, whatever I'll pay the fine and keep my tint. Cuz fuck that communist rule. That's right, I said communist!

Everyone asks why I drive like an asshole, and everyone complains "oh i almost died in his car, he is a scary driver..." ya know what? Fuck off. If I were so bad, I would have numerous accidents, dents, probably a few warrants for hit and run's....I may not be a slow driver, or a drive who is content in one lane for long periods of time, but I get where I need to go, and I normally don;t get stuck in a FUCKING ON/OFF RAMP WHILE PEOPLE REFUSE TO LET ME OVER, WHICH ENDS UP WITH *ME* GETTING THE CITATION!!!! THEY WERE THE FUCKWADS...BUT I GET THE TICKET!!!!!! oh fuck that. You think I was an asshole driver before? oh you ain't seen NOTHING yet. I no longer give a fuck...don;t like it? Drive your own damn car and get the hell outta mine.

As for all those assbags who tailgated each other and refused to let me in, you WILL get whats coming to you. And just to add my personal touch, I hope you all fucking die. Burned alive in your cars, in front of your friends and family! And when you are charbroiled crispy corpse, the firetruck will show up and they will say "sorry we couldn't get here sooner...no one would let us merge on the freeway." And then they would hose off the smoking pile of shit that used to be you and your fucking car, then go for lunch...at a bbq joint.

I knew...I KNEW when my alarm went off, something in my head told me "call in, don't go to work, stay in bed."

*sigh* Sometimes, I'm not just lazy, I'm psychic. SO I have a nice fine to look forward to in the next few weeks. A fine that you KNOW will be outrageously high for a minor and non-life threatening offense. Seriously... this actually happened to me in the past... driving without a seat belt was a $23 fine. Failing to turn off your high beams....$176. How is THAT fair? Whatever, our legal system, our civil rights, our governor, our budget, our ...STATE...is a joke. But it's home.

Well now that I have made myself an enemy of the state, back to work. I have half a mind to just leave early and go home. Fuck today.

January 16, 2009

Douche Baggery: Return of the Guido Douche

This photo tutorial makes it simple to know what to avoid. Never ever compliment these freaks, because there is nothing you can say to them that they dont already know...or have at least managed to convince themselves they are.

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Did anyone else notice his bizarre webbed fingers? gross. He should keep his hands in his pockets...and he should NEVER use his penis...ever. This shouldn't ever be allowed to reproduce..or ever interact with children. The Guido Douche-baggery might spread.

This made me feel MUCH better

yay kittehs!!!




This one is funny:

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Kitteh: "NOOOooo dont touch me, I hate you, get away, I kick you...nuh..kick u....bitch."

good times. ok back to work *rolls eyes*

TGI.....WTF???

so here is my Friday (so far, it's only 11:45am) in a nut shell:


Get up an hour early (6am), to feed dogs and give myself plenty of time to drive from East Ventura to Agoura Hills to work.

Then....

Traffic
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My boss says "oh here is a project of dire importance that I need you to finish because it is SIX MONTHS overdue...hustle hustle hustle!!" to which I replied... "hustle my ass, why do I have to pick up someone elses lazy mess?" and he, very wisely said "Well whenever we need something done in a crunch and need it done correctly, we come to you, cuz youre good at it." Damn Him, he knows me. Flattery will get you everywhere.
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Dont let the minimal page full of fun neon colors fool you, thats one of about 75 pages that need to be cross referenced, and some even require that phone calls be made! FUN! and I color coded the lists with highlighters...so dont think someone is thoughtful, it was me.

All this equals a sleepy, irritated bear who wants nothing more than to SWIM in a dark chocolate mocha. I need caffeine something FIERCE. Or I would be happy going BACK TO BED. but the day is about half over, so I should make it...I shall persevere.



RECAP:

TRAFFIC
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IRRITATED, SQUINTY EYED BEAR.
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January 14, 2009

Mood Ring

once again:
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I've had it. My own body is trying to kill me slowly and painfully. Im almost sure of it.

I am pissed off at the world. I dont really have a good reason for it, but I just am. Have you ever had those days when you walk outside, look up to the heavens, and scream "WHY DO YOU HATE ME?!?!?!" That has been the past 5 days for me. I just dont understand why I am god's personal joke sometimes. I just think I am at a point in my life where I need to accept the fact that it's ALWAYS going to be better for someone else, its NEVER going to go your way for very long, so dont get excited, you may not be meant to be "more" than you are right now. I hate saying it but it may very well be true. I mean, everyone has shit to deal with in their lives, even the real housewives of Botox county have their problems, and their money....but see thats the issue I have, I have issues they dont ever dream of because they have the money to take care of it.

I think the problem is MONEY. Money is NOT the root of all evil, and YES money CAN buy happiness. I dont care what anyone says.

If I had the money, I would have an education, I would have clear skin because I could afford medical insurance, I would have the things in my life that I need, and as an added extra bonus, I would have the things I WANT as well, thus the happiness. You can't achieve true complete happiness through money, but it would take care of about 75% of it!! at least it would for me.

So if any of you know someone who needs to donate large sums of money, whether its for tax write offs as a donation, because they always wanted a son and wants to take me under their wing, or just because they like helping poor homos....PLEASE DEAR GOD GIVE HIM or HER MY EMAIL ADDRESS OR NUMBER or something. I need all the help I can get.

*sigh* moving on, my mood ring is a filthy brown today and I probably will be a hermit for a day or two, maybe thru the weekend, because I dont feel like being out of the house. Especially since my friend and blogging inspiration Zara (of the famed AwesomeZara.com) gave me her PC game "The Sims" the first volume, I found a few cheat codes online for money in the game, and have been having a ball making houses and spoiling my sims ROTTEN. Good times, but I noticed yesterday that I sat down in front of my computer (that desperately needs replacing, by the way) at 545 and before I knew it, it was 950. oh yeah, 4 hours flew by like nothing and my ass hurt. I need a real desk chair... in fact, my ass still hurts. Anyway, I might just do that for the next few days. Sims recluse. If anyone out there knows of more fun cheats and codes for the original Sims game...please email me or leave a comment on this post. Thanks!!

So onto the next subject of bitchyness:
There are somethings I need to say:

1. You probably dont know who you are, but you are so fucking selfish it makes me sick.
You had an idea a while back, and i helped you build it because you needed help...
then i have an idea, as a money maker, and do you help me??? NO you BITE MY idea...and start doing it for yourself. SELFISH FUCK. You are not a good friend. You are a selfish biting copy cat with no actual ideas or personality of your own, so you take from others...thus stealing their ideas, and robbing them of their success. And what's more, you robbed this from the friend who helped you when you presented an idea, did I steal your idea and start profiting from it? NO, because that would be wrong. But you dont care. So not only will I be keeping you at a safe distance from my life, I will not talk about anything creative, money making, or original idea, in your presence.
Problem solved.

2. Dear Stupid Drivers,
Get off the god damned road. If people are coming up behind you, and are driving faster than you are, move the fuck over. I dont care if you are already going over the speed limit, just move the fuck over. Get out of the way, let the speed demon pass you, it's their ticket, just move. Don't be stubborn, you're just going to piss off the speed demon, because then he/she will do something risky to get around you and endanger the other cars...so because YOU are too fucking selfish and lazy to just move over, you have endangered yourself, and the few cars around you that are cut off, tailgated and freaked out by the wild and dangerous maneuver the speed demon had to perform to get around YOU. Just move. the. fuck. OVER.
OH and just so you know, just because you turned on your turn signal, does not mean you have permission to just move over. It is a signal, a "head's up" to the drivers around you, making them aware that you intend to move in that direction, because that is where you need to be. It is NOT an all access pass to almost hit me, or wedge your BMW 7 series monster sized 40 ft long sedan in the 15 ft space between me and the car in front of me. Your Blinker is NOT a form of immunity. You are a fucking cunt rag and I hope you wreck that BMW and are seriously inconvenienced in the process...and should there be some severe injury that causes you great pain, I wouldn't shed a tear. Ass bag.


Hey you, yeah you, the big headed blonde bigot who used to be a friend....STOP FUCKING LOOKING AT ME. My patience will only hold out for so long, then when it's gone, a couple of phone calls can be made and you will take an extended trip to the ER blondy.
And dont even try to get your felon parolee boyfriend involved..I got friends in high places, and low places, and either one can ruin what's left of his pathetic existence.
So my suggestion, is to hit up Coffee Bean from now on, or one of the other 3 or 4 starbucks in town. K? Thnx. xoxo mgmt


Thug Life yo. hahahahaha

Is there anyone else I have something to say to or about?

let's see.......

oh okay,

Dear Stupid slut who couldn't keep her legs closed,
Thank you so spreading the fact that if you are a dripping whore in Jr High and High School, that if you get knocked up under the age of 18, drop out of school etc etc...THAT YOU CAN GET THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS FOR SCHOOL!!! Because there are SO many Minority girls and Majority girls, having children while they are children, there is ALL this government financial aid for YOU...and none for those of us who did the RIGHT thing and closed our legs or at least used condoms. Thanks! Your slutty ways have stolen the dreams of college educations from thousands of DESERVING people all over the country. I hope your proud of yourself in your 1 bedroom apartment you share with your 6 kids, your abolita, and occasionally your scumbag unemployed gang member boyfriend...while you drive your Escalade on sparkly 24's to school. Clearly you are a GENIUS at setting priorities. I think there should be a financial follow up on these people. No one living in a shit hole should have a fly ride when you have kids to pay for. But its ok!! cuz they were young mothers..the poor sweet girls..bless them...no FUCK THEM. THEY ARE NOT VICTIMS...THEY SPREAD THEIR MOLDY STENCH FILLED VAGINA LIPS AND LET HIGH SCHOOL DOUCHEBAGS UNLOAD INSIDE THEM, AND GOT KNOCKED UP. They are not poor unfortunate souls, they are stupid cunts who knew better, but did it anyway, and now they are rewarded. Maybe I should knock someone up, then steal the baby, then be a poor unfortunate single dad so I can get free money, free food, free school, and enough financial aid to buy a Range Rover, a studio apartment in Watts, spinner rims, and a laptop that matches my shiny silver starbucks coffee mug. Then whenever someone questions me I can ALSO say "I love my baby, I do it all for HIM/HER" as I ignore the screaming brat in the stroller while I turn on my ipod and get into my range rover sipping my 5 dollar coffee...yeah..all for the kids.

Well I think that about covers why I hate the world today.

I now feel better. I hope I can look back at this post and laugh, and I hope you all can enjoy my bitterness.

Hugs & Squishes