MY NEW FAVORITE SONG: little wing by stevie ray vaughan

i spontaneously joined my old gym last night. i don't know what compelled me to do that. i used to think it was a waste of money, but since it gets dark right when i get off of work and jorell is still at work at that time, i figured it was safer than jogging by myself around the rose bowl. hello, rapists! come and get me. sick. what's funny is this morning at bally total fitness, i bumped into this guy i used to be talking to that i met at las palmas back in my clubbing days with andrea. yeah, she's in jail now, but that's another story. no wait, i was with kristine that night, who by the way is NOT in jail. anyway, back to jun, he's so damn hot - especially with all that sweat glistening off his forehead and chest. damn, i just wanted to lick that right off his skin... oh... hi... got a little excited there. whew.

so my sister is no longer a sabino. traitor. she's now a ROXAS. yeah, try saying that one 5 times fast after 4 shots of tequila. not that i'd try it, but i think it would be hard. welcome to the family, kris. and yes, that's kris with a "k" and not a "ch".

i said the dumbest shit last night at this bar i went to with my friend.
waitress: can i get you anything to drink?
me: uh, yeah! can i have something like a buttery nipple but not a shot?
waitress: ... ??? uh... how bout on the rocks?
me: (note to self: i'm a dumbass)

galvez is back in town! yay! looks like we'll be going out tonight after we pick up kristine from the airport. if dex is driving then i'll be a-drinkin. goooooooooo, buttery nipples! (on the rocks, that is)