White Bread and Optimism

Oh, I must express. I am trying to approach with positivity, but I can't help but be annoyed. There was a presentation of the documentary of "Chisholm '72, Unbought and Unbossed" at our campus. I mean, here's the story of a woman who ran a campaign for the Presidency of the United States. As if being a woman wasn't a big strike against her at that time, she was BLACK!!! Anyway, NO ONE SHOWED UP.

I tried to think that maybe the planning was off. It was at 6pm, on a Wednesday. Perhaps that is too much to ask for. But really, I can't help but be dismayed at the people who live here. Are we that isolated from the struggles of that 'big, scary world out there?' Is there not one female student who appreciates the women in our history that paved the way for us to have rights and to be able to do little things like, I don't know, RUN FOR PRESIDENT!?!?!? Is there not one student who is interested in the American history with regards to civil rights?!?!?! Geez, where do I live?

TMI I'm sure

Although I have had a few misadventures when I have gone to get a-waxin'. Like the one time the petite el salvadorean lady forgot to lower the bed down and I fell off of it, onto her. Nothing like getting slammed into a cabinet by a puffy, half-naked, pasty white girl! Nonetheless...



I just visited the lady who has been handling Julie and Alejandro for 1.5 yrs now (Don't know Julie or Alejandro? Read the Jan 13th blog). Apparently, she is quite comfy with my business, because she doesn't make me hold anything to the side or do cute, discreet poses. She takes care of it. She wipes me down like I'm a pee-pee-poopy baby and moves things where they need to go. She's also a bit cruel, quite the ripper-outer, but she's fast. A sturdy, older, blonde lady with a job to do. The only issue: I have to do the whole "dead puppies, dead puppies" thing. Staring at the ceiling, my body finds it very easy to react to fingers in the hoo-hah and hot wax. Geez. What a forgiving lady. I just wish she had an accent.



Update: I ate the yam and it was gross. I still think I got confused with Forrest Gump. I had my dream analyzed...it was work-related. If you care. Yawn.