October 08, 2008 7:32 am

I have always thought there was a subtle, horrible gender inequality in regard to the customer's treatment of the server. I feel sick when I see men using female servers to stroke their egos: expecting them to laugh at their cheesy jokes, to withstand their flirtation and expansive self-regard for the sake of a tip. It's a form of prostitution and my heart goes out to all the female servers that have to deal with it every day.

— bandc, Seattle, WA

* i appreciate your empathy.

and to you miss oregon...

2008 7:32 am
When a woman and a younger man dine together, the waitress should refrain from flirting with the man, leaving the woman out of the conversation or jokes. If I get left out of her attention, she gets left out of a good tip from me. I do appreciate being served first and I consider it poor manners when any server replies to my 'thank you' with a 'no problem'. The worst, though is having a server approach your table and ask if 'you guys ' are ready to order. Women are not guys, guys.

— gratefully, southern Oregon

...unclench. no one likes you. especially that younger man.

Water Runs Dry

this week has been particularly hard. for many reasons.

one, I just got back from the best trip with kyle, david, mark, sebastian and kathy. so looking at the owner's ugly face is a drastic and unpleasant change (you stupid fucker).

unfortunately i have no pictorial proof of this wonderful trip. while i am never the annoying person to take head shots of myself i also don't have any pictures to share or help me relive.

but this is what we did:
- hiked to waterfalls and up streams, swam in freezing ice water, drank much beer and jack/ginger, smoked ____ , ate every preserved meat known to man, sat by the fire, showered in gas chambers, laughed at and with certain people and other mountain man things.

right now, i am in the back of mark's blazer floating down the nile. with all the beautiful colors.

general conclusion...i keep great great great company. it spoils me.

Hollywood's Anti-hero

J. A. P

i was going to write another post dedicated to me feeling sorry for myself. ahahhaa. its a natural talent.

but i've decided to spare you. Plus its humiliating to bitch about the state of my affairs when i am sitting in my own apt, on a computer, with a delicious beer in an ice cold glass, talking to beloved friends who have never let me down and so on.

at times a good punch in the face is all i need.

anyway. this is a post for my justine and prisca. i'll drink whatever you give me. (and that for me is how i show true love).



pool and house party.


summer flings.


there are girls who are cute and feminine even when drunk.
then there is us.

AHAHHAHAHA.

i miss you all. more than you'll ever know.

I like...people who make me laugh, gilmore girls, nigella lawson, directors, dogs, comfortable friendships, being around my mom, reading, jim and dwight, dance in most forms, cracking my toes, gmail, jenny and jeff's bbq, ginger ale, tattoos, jeanne's SAT score, oyster bars, dave chappelle and petite guys. brewco, of course. steve nash. raging waters.

wood nymphs.

I dislike...picky eaters, parallel parking, jiro the sushi man, bullshit, hummers, people who drive hummers, ucla email, bras, coffee, littering. and Nip/Tuck. yellow fever. miscommunication. people who pat my head.

bane of my existence

do you know what would be fan-freakin-tastic?!

if i could stop getting bites.
what the fuck is wrong with me that i always get bitten but everyone who shares my surroundings don't. i can't comprehend it.

i wash my sheets every other day. cassie and mable can testify. shower twice a day sometimes more if i am bored. started taking vitamin b in hopes that i can make my blood taste bad. sleep with a night light so that the motherfuckers will drown in the soapy water i've set for them. bomb my room. cover my body head to toe in bug repellent when i sleep.

what more can i do.

can't fucking deal with it anymore. and now my legs are permanently fucked up with scars.

p.s. i am freakin sensitive about this issue. one comment about how my personal hygiene is at fault for my bites, i'll stop talking to you.

other than the current jobless situation, losing my diamond bar oasis and my superb taste in guys. whine whine.
things are grand.

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these..are..NOT..my shoes.

too funny not to dedicate a post to it.

HAHAHAHAHA.

i love you J. P.