All of this is gonna be some random but then again, I usually can jump from one thing onto something completely different. I've had two bad instances with food lately...like stuff that's gone bad and I actually swallowed it too. Like we went out for a family dinner and I had thought the conch tasted funky but I thought it was just the sauce...so of course right after I swallow it, I see my aunt completely spit it out and say it's bad....why couldn't they have done that sooner? Then the other night, it took my forever to peel this humongo peach and it looks all nice & white...I take a bite, and it kinda taste milky/coconuty. Then of course my dad is like it's gone bad as well. Well isn't that nice, after I ingest the stuff...then people tell me I shouldn't have!

So the other day I was dragged up early to be an extra passenger so my madre could go thru the Holland Tunnel...well I ended up spending most of the early day with my dad (which I thought I would have probably gotten so mad at him that I would just walk home). It actually wasn't too bad...it's funny the stuff he says to me now...he actually calls Jennifer Lopez, J.Lo...so now he thinks he's mad cool. We had convos about people that he thought were just sh*t, yeahh..he called them that...and I taught him what stoned meant.

Oh yah...so I was in Vickies and I saw these thongs...yeah the string was a string of pearls...now why would I want a pearl necklace in my ass? I just couldn't get over it...talk about your anal beads huh? :P

Oh this is nasty...there's like sooo many giant ass flying insects everywhere outside...like I have been totally flipping out. I swear all my neighbors think I'm a hallucinating psycho. Like I'm outside screaming cuz they're coming out at me and I keep freaking out and dodgin & duckin from them...but to people far away, they don't see the bugs. But I know they're there....