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yeah, just call me an asian slut, asian, sensation, asian love goddess, saigon whore, etc etc. 'cause finally after 6 years of being taunted with such names, i finally lived up to it. yes, that's right. i disgraced my entire family.. straight to my great ancestors. granted that, from what i know, no one in my family ever was an asian ho, but well, you never know. yes, halloween came and went. i busied myself with my radio show, which 4 people called for requests. awesome! hoofed over to the condo. dicked around with the boys. watched the game. poor d-backs. if i ever was an athlete of any sort, i think i would cry. peopel yelling at you, the pressure. yes, i'm sure it's fantastic when you win, but fuck all those people who hate you? boo. no good at all. anyway, sky and jeremy finally arrived. i busted out my vietnamese dresses. mind you, they're slit up all the way to the waist and the "proper" way to wear is with pants.. but when you're a whore, why wear pants when you can wear fish nets? so we paraded up and down mill. me, hitting on almost every man out there, offering sexual favors for $5. ran into a group of pretentious fucks, who opted not to participate in the festivites and just stand on the corner in their tight pants critiquing the revelers that passed by. sad thing i actually knew some of them, and instead of greeting me with smiles or even treating me like a human being, heads were turned in attempts of hiding their identity. oh, so the fact that i dressed up for halloween, succumbed to popular culture and decided to just have fun makes me so typical, such a tool of society.. fuck that shit. it's fucking halloween. and what makes you so high and mighty? you're all down at the corner watching us have a good time. i guess when you're a pretentious fuck, making fun of people having a good time is a blast. ugh. to think i even thought these people were people i wanted to know. you're so different that well, you're all the same.
despite the bastards, i had a wonderful time. i guess being a slut is quite empowering. i became the part. well, not entirely. nothing really went beyond offering sexual favors for $5 and being suggestive to every costume imaginable. but the looks, the cat calls, the responses... to think that women can hold on to so much power by showing some skin, rather just being confident. i don't believe the attention i received was solely from the fact you could see everything from my ribcage down (underwear was part of the costume), but from the confidence and the waty i carried myself. so, i suppose i do understand what the prostitutes and strippers say when they respond with the line that they're really the ones in charge. in a sense they are.. i think it's because men are stupider than we are and well most of they're thought process just revolves around their penises.
choping off my feet would the most wonderful thing right now.. well parts of my feet are mysteriously numb.. bad? yeah, i think so.. nerve damage from 3 inch heels? possibly!
better note. survived dinner with matt's parents and grandparents. had a wodnerful 3 days with him. today, matt came into work and gave me a flower. darling, absolutely darling. and saturday he bought me weezer tickets because they're coming the day before my birthday. darling oh so darling. hee hee
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