Happy Birthday to YOU!

Today is not just one special person's birthday but four, or so Facebook tells me (thanks FB). So to honor these sexy people, I present the following: 

Aileen, a cousin of mine that works at "一風堂". 

Aileen, please know that you are a damned good squatter (pictured above). 

Happy fucking birthday Aileen. 

Next special someone: a hot-semi-lesbo-blogger-beautiful-fun-momma turns 21! 

Dear Andrea, happy fucking birthday. 

My goodness, you are simply an angel in this photo. It is as if your humorous cynicism that I love so much has simply dissipated in this photo. Happy day to you my dear. 

Next special someone: Señor Caleb. 

You came to California from Kansas where cows were literally flying in the wind. Then you left, but you sure made us laugh when you were here. Come back please. Ok, thanks. 

P.S. Happy fucking birthday!

Last special someone, and he gets two photos: My boo, Trev-a-Trev. 

Your rendition of Flav-a-Flav was just spectacular last night. Shma! 

P.S. The photo below is the one that made me go goo-goo over ch-ch-ah-oo. 

P.P.S. Happy fucking birthday my Love.

I'd Rather Sink Into the Chair

Once upon a time, I had flowers everyday.
Now, mine just wither.

I want to be chased after, even when I say don't.

I want excitement, and good ole' sloppy sex. 

I want to steal lemons at night covered in masks. 

I want morning sex, but not at 6:05AM when you woke up for work.

And I want my only job to be cleaning the god-damned water.

If you wanted to talk: you shouldn't have sunk into your chair. 

But truthfully at the end of the day, that is all I wanted to do.

Instead, I boiled, and let us be real.
Boiling is never good, unless you are thickening a soup.

Cleaning the water was my only job, but now I have to pick them too.

Invasive Species Control: A How-To

Twas the night before a big test, the lil' ones had all gone asleep 

And alas she sat. 

The work was not finished, as it never quite was-

Her heart was beating, the real question on her mind was nothing of Nitrogen sequestration and its affects on Serpentine soils, 

Nothing of la emergencia de la ‘juventud indígena’ but of instead:

Saltiness.

The affects unto individuals that find themselves in a vulnerable state due to a lack of invasive species control and/or management. The strategy of attack:

1. Enemy release (most acute).
2. Novel weapons (release of chemicals that can act allelopathically unto other organisms [natives species] in niche that are/were present prior).
3. New adaptations (similar to #1, but is acquired with more time).

In the shift of puntos de vista, an invasive species can easily be classified as an exotic one. 

Can't they?

I want to live somewhere for more than a year so I can decorate my cute house that is made of a graham cracker in the middle of an iced over lake..I would have deer heads and fishing holes..even though I'm vegetarian.

sounds kinda hollow today...

just typing, typing, and more typing all day unfortunately.

I GREW A QUARTER OF AN INCH-
TAKE THAT, 5'3 1/4''!

Suck Ass.

A common trend that I have noticed about myself:

When the end of anything is coming, instead of dealing with an issue-
Instead of talking about your emotions-
Rather than communicating directly?
Skipping the saying good-bye...

My answer?
Walk-away.

So my advice, as walking-away is not an option any more...
Suck ass.

This is my new solution to life and all your fucking curve-balls.

I don't know what it is about people..but they think that I can just take anything that they throw at me. I am human too, I might put up a wall to protect myself, act really tough and not give anyone the time of day..but guess what?

I might be the most sensitive person ever. I cry when you are not looking and sometimes when you comment on the things that I say, how I speak, or how I look and body language, I want to hide under my covers. But being me, I try and take it. Sometimes sucking ass isn't enough. 

Emotions, you overwhelm me. 

The end of the year is coming, and I am heading off-Leaving. The end.

To be honest a lot of this is making me want to leave for forever.

It's simply more simple.

Yoga was never meant for Women-

Pride

There is one person that makes just about everything in life so fricken difficult.
I follow your blog, and sometimes it makes me cry.
I never tell you this.

I am so proud of you-
I am also frustrated by you-

My stomach hurts when we laugh-
My stomach feels good when we cook-

You peel my pomelos,
And I wish I could tuck you in every night.

You know who you are, and you know why you are that person.
You are dark and twisted, and you'll be my kid's Madrinha (God-Momma).
We both just want the best for each-other,
and it sucks caring about somebody so much.

Well you know what-
I am sick and tired of you!
Come home already.

I want to give you a hug, and a squeeze.
Because everything is going to be ok.

Plant the tree of friendship and harvest the fruits of love.

Uproot the roots of hatred for it brings forth boundless agony - Hafez 

extremely tired.

A Cup of Tea

Sometimes I wonder, just how important the choices I make actually are-

                       In fear of making a mistake,  I just keep pouring tea-hoping that

        
                                                                           A light might clear everything up?

Until then, naively, I choose happiness.

Because at the end of the day, even if you make all of the right choices, your house is built of hay. .With the huff and a puff, your house can get blown down.

Tejas Toyota

This past Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and even Monday, I was blessed enough to go to Texas.

Upon landing in the airport, the array of unfamiliar people, and my own dissolution that in fact there is a Middle America.  Fear, that was evident in my eyes, so potent: I was in Texas.

I had a job training. Yep, me a worker bee, taking on yet another job, here we go. As to not bore, I will simply list the highlights of the trip, which were many.  I narrowed it down to: 36 hours of airport loving, square-dancing, staying in a Christian camp site and mystery meat.

But the actual best part was the Confederate Flag, woot woot....oh Texas, how blatantly obvious that you have made it that in fact I am a California girl.  I would prefer to simply be naked and give out free waffles- Thanks for clearin' that one up.

Goodness me, I almost forgot the bestestest part, according to my Project Director, all of the vols. will get Scabies, can you guess who else is going to get Scabies? 

Yep, your's truly, last year..apparently all of Project Staff was blessed enough to get the dirty lil' critters nestlin' in their skin.  

I cannot wait, how fun, slash bonding experience-I think so.

*Photography courtesy of Juliana

The Days of the Week:

If you did not know, the days of the school week are the following:

Mighty Monday- Run run run run run, in the SUN!
Topless Tuesday- Come home from a long day and take it off. . . Next to the carrots and dear ole'  Mr. Gofer of course.
Waffle Wednesday- Make waffles in the driveway and give them out to people as they pass by with a special someone.
Thong Thursday- oh my-Black Lace event as always.
Friday Fever- Stay in bed, cuddle and drink tea.

Sucking on Tits.

What is the sexual appeal of being a baby again? In bed (sexually speaking): we sucks on tits, make cutesy baby talk and feed each-other by the spoon.  Don't get me wrong, I cannot say that I do not partake and/or enjoy-but it is quite odd to think about.

The allure of Craigslist: everything you need from lawnmowers to lovers.

Fairness

I seem to measure life in fairness.
What isn't fair, I fix.
Really, what I think is fair is quite subjective, but nonetheless I do it.

I often find myself comparing my life to somebody else's, again, ridiculous.
The sad part about it is that by delineating it in my head, tattling on my older sis for not sharing, the problem will be solved.  Now, as Mommy lives hours away- all I do is count the ways in which things aren't fair.  Add, divide and multiple the reasons upon reasons the certain situation isn't fair, or what have you.

But this doesn't happen in real life.

Upon the news of an ailment of one of my dearest, I quickly began calculating..and I did not stop. It straight up (yeah, street talk) does not add up. Thus is not fair, and therefore needs to be fixed straight away.

Life isn't fair, That's why there are odd numbers.

Dynamics

I had one of my best friends visit me this week. She met my entire family, yikes! Her impression of my family was quite interesting, to say the least.

Yeah, I guess we are a group of funky individuals. Yet somehow, it works

Featured to the right is my my brother and sissy dearest. Fierce group of Russians if I've eva' seen 'em.

A Thank You Letter,

Dear Flamboyant Men,

     Oh how I do not have the words to show my appreciation for you, but man am I grateful. If it is not competing for boys that makes our friendship so great, it is the stories you tell me.

     We can cuddle and have it be completely platonic, even if you fondle my boobs, you're gay-so it's ok! You have swagger, and style..the best duo to land any man and leave them wanting more.

     Thank you for our night of one-on-one dancing. Quite the party.

Sincerely,

  

to set the tone.

My name is Savanna.

I am five foot three to the dot.

I live in a cozy house with four of my bestest friends.

I love to bake.

and this is the beginning to my blog.

Enjoy.