Girl Anachronicles

Hay de cosas innecesarias en esta vida: conferencias de prensa por un temblorcito de 6 segundos, nombramientos ridículos a un centro de convenciones brand new, pop-ups de publicidad que te invaden la pantalla completa cuando vas a visitar el periódico online…

…y otro “Reencuentro” … KA$$$HING!

Cambiando chavos por dignidad...

Estos pendejos van a hacer OOOOOTRO “reencuentro” más. La gira comienza el 5 de junio, vi el poster esta mañana en una parada de guagua y por poco me da un ataque de vomitera-chiquita (“I threw up a little in my mouth”). Porque, la pregunta es:

¿Cuántos hijoeputas reencuentros tienen que hacer estos maricones?!!!

Lo triste del caso es que existe un demográfico bastante nutrido, pudiente e insoportable que todavía se moja los pantis a la vista de la cara de papa de Ray. Ew… Mientras las mujeres no se enteren que ya Menudo pasó y que está un chin triste seguir pagando billetes altos pa ir a bailar al son de “Cámbiale las pilas a tu vida” (a cambio de dejar de pagar el agua, la luz o el celular … del marido … con los chavos que él le dio pa que ella hiciera el pago … hay mujeres cabronas, sa’e!)… pues mientras ese demográfico no se entere de lo patético del asunto, seguirán sucediendo “reencuentros” innecesarios …

Clajemielda!

..look at the crazee eyes..

Gallifrey started acting strange a couple of days ago. It’s not a constant thing, not like going apeshit on things and people 24-7. But the other night he started getting specially close and personal with my face. And then he bit. Not a hard bite, which made it the more odd. It was playful, but insistent. I didn’t think much of it until I saw him doing it to Caprica (our female dog). He nibbled at her neck, and next thing I know, he’s trying to mount her like she’s Nikki the Sexy Kitten! Interspecies erotica my ass!

Of course, Caprica thought it was all games, and being way bigger than he is, she shook him off and pounced on him. Poor Gallifrey looked more confused than a guy that just paid $100 in girlie drinks and then got left at the bar cuz the chick took off with her “best friend”.

But I realized that it was time, what I had put off because of money issues, time issues… Gallifrey has to be neutered. Last night he woke up Ezequiel with his loud and insistent meows. The feline Casanova is going through a male heat of sorts, I guess, feeling frisky and all that. Which is fine and dandy, until he starts trying to bite my wrist into submission. It’s the same bewildering and humiliating feeling as when your female dog starts humping your leg.

... sorry!

My main concern was money, but hey, apparently my cat can smell money as well as any car! I just got paid for the one day I worked at the Census office (long story…). I get $60 in and $45 out, leaving me with $15 which are going nowhere, ‘cuz I can smell it: that cat is gonna need a special medicine or special food or something. He’s the goddamned money-sniffer.

I should take him to the beach, maybe he’ll help me dig up next month’s rent…

Yo, dude! Your cat seems to be a bit on the skinny side...