My weekend

Altho it wasn't THE most exciting of weekends, I do feel as though it deserves a post. So here we go...

I considered doing this chronologically, but eh, that would require deep thought, and it's Monday and I don't think I am capable right now.

That being the case I will just share a few things.

First off - IT IS POSSIBLE for Hispanics to be Rednecks. Of course, I know this and yet invariably every year I forget. In case you're a moron and somehow missed that my last name is Chavez ... then surely you realized also that yes that must mean I am Hispanic (or Latina, Chicana, Mexican-American, Beaner, Wetback - whichever you prefer). SIDE NOTE: Don't EVER let me catch you calling me a wetback or I will get all my 12 Mexican Mafia brothers to kick the crap out of you and leave your body in the trunk of your car!

We had PERFECT weather this weekend. It was 75-78 w/ clear blue skies.

HA! EAT YOUR HEART OUT you YANKEE BIOTCHES!

And so, as Karma would have it, I got a pretty goofy lookin' sunburn going on here. My neck is red, as is my face. Not LOBSTER red mind you, but nevertheless I can't just say I'm "flushed". The annoying part is that I was wearing sunglasses, so now I have raccoon face to add to it.

(I'd draw a picture like Okay did that one time, but fuck if I know how to!)

You see, I am under the impression that because I am blessed w/a flawless natural tan... I don't need no STEENKEN SUNSCREEN!

And that would be stupid.

In addition to the "new look" I am sporting this week - I also have a HUGE ass bump on my head and a bruise on my leg.
You see, I think I am probably one of THE most accident-prone people I know. Worst part is I can't blame anyone but myself.

I am so slick I knocked my head on the soap holder in my own shower. TWICE!! And then again on the bathroom cabinet above the toilet seat. I can't exactly say "Hey, who moved the cabinet and soap holder?!?" Dumbass. Check.

And the bruise, well, let's just say it's not as easy as it looks to gracefully climb out of the bed of a truck. I blame the truck. Fuckin' truck.

Other news: I met my roommate's new boy toy (I mean boyfriend) on Saturday. It's always nice to meet someone and then within an hour know exactly what they sound like when having an orgasm. But, that's just my opinion though. Hope she doesn't think he'll be moving in. OH... HELL NO!

Also, I went to visit my grandmother's gravesite on Sunday. She passed away in December and I haven't had the balls to go visit beforehand. It was pretty hard... to be honest I don't think it'll ever stop being so.

Anyway, I'll post again later today. I think I will need the break.

BTW, I don't really have 12 brothers in the Mexican Mafia; I'm actually an only child... but my dad...