Trying to learn portenio
portenio- people from buenos aires or “people from the port”
sos una grandepiba- you’re a great/cool girl
que cara de ganso- gooseface! (lol)
guarra/o- dirty girl/boy
Ambiguity needs to die
Especially with boys. I hate it. I don’t know what your experiences are with other girls, but please feel free to tell it like it is with me. Seriously. If you want to go to bed tonight and don’t want me next to you, that’s fine. If you just want to watch the sports game and want me to shut the eff up, I can do that too. Of course, there has to be some sort of mutual respect, but I hate, read hate when guys are ambiguous.
Don’t show total interest in me while we’re on the date and then leave the follow up to me. That just makes me think that all you wanted was sex. And I want to believe that’s not true b/c you’re actually intelligent and just spent 5 hours discussing international politics with me. So what the fuck?
Obviously, I’m venting about on particular little juevito right now, but really, this pertains to all men. It make take me some time to get used to the truth, but I’d much rather had that than a mouthfull of sugary lies.
me + too much alcohol on a Monday = bad
in other news, it feels so nice to fall asleep in someone’s arms.
Whining
Although I whine in general, I only really make the whining noises when 1) I feel comfortable enough around you to do it, 2) I probably think of you as spoiling me or want you to spoil me— not overwhelmingly, just a little, and 3) I want something.
Usually that something is sex.
…but I’m a girl, so that doesn’t equal always. If we’re in the same room, and I have a devilish look on my face, then feel free to jump me before I jump you.
kthx. :)
*whine* me want food…
"el manuel"
- me: so i started a new blog called 'el manuel.'
- ww: what's that?
- me: a manual all about me. it's like an instruction guide if you want to be my friend.
- ww: wait, 'el manuel'?
- me: yeah, that's what [redacted] calls it.
- ww: no sweetie, it's 'el manual' like how you spell it in English.
- me: oh... i better go change my website name and URL then.
- ww: yeah...
- me: damn [redacted]!
I wrote this as part of an email to the 9th floor:
“I noticed that we ordered popcorn this month, which is great, except I absolutely hate (with a passion) the smell of popcorn. I realize that may make me a leper and the biggest anomaly since Carrot Top, but could you do me the favor of not opening the bag of micro waved deliciousness until you are far far away from the kitchen/my desk? I will be eternally grateful.”
I also only eat green Sour Patch Kids, but that’s more of a preference and not a makes me want to vomit all over the person who’s microwaving popcorn. :)