the misadventures of las mamacitas

thank you internet, for making life easier for lml. otherwise should would be screwed as to what the hell company raj was as professor likes to test on something never mentioned in class or textbook. at least not in the days she attended. hmm

las mamacitas - 6:50 PM

hey brady, i just wanted to say that i love you. betsy does too.
-la mamacita del fuego

las mamacitas - 12:39 AM

that's the last time i blog whilst overly emotional. talk about people poppin out of the woodwork. anyway, go read this poem entitled mushy talk, the last few lines are the best.
can people i don't like please stop hitting on me??? please? what have i been exuding the last few days? yarf. lml detests drawing naked men from a book for 10 hours straight.

las mamacitas - 12:31 AM

Tuesday, February 24, 2004

forgot to mention the douche in the percentage of guys who hit on lml. this brings the possiblility of lml actually liking someone who hits on her to about 5%. is this too picky? or does lml just get all the stuff nobody else wanted? great, she is the last resort. fun.

also i would like to thank a mr. john for the lovely brownies they are delish.

las mamacitas - 6:08 PM

Monday, February 23, 2004

don't be sad brady. i don't know anyone who is happy with where they are right now or knows how to escape. so you're not alone, and if you're ever this sad and want to talk, give me a call and let me know. and if the weathers not too bad and you really need a friend there with you, i can (almost) always come up and see you. brady, i love you, and i'm glad to be able to call you my friend.
lmp

las mamacitas - 1:42 AM

Sunday, February 22, 2004

and you,

i dreamt about you last night and you told everyone you were sorry for treating them like shit when they needed you.

and then i woke up.

las mamacitas - 8:14 PM

so sex and the city is over. the last episode was amazing. carrie bradshaw is...fabulous. if you looked it up in the dictionary you would find her. and i'm, i'm not fabulous. and i want to be. i don't mean prancing around to hot spots in new york in manola bloniks and writing a sex column, the kind of fabulous i'm supposed to be. and i'm just not there and i hate it and i don't want to be here anymore and i wish someone would show me the way out and that somebody would care how i was really for once and stop talking fucking small talk at me and maybe see that there's somebody in here and right now she's barely holding on and fucking bawling at the computer and nobody loves me and i don't mean a friend or family kind of way and i just want hug a real hug and i haven't had one of those in ages and it's been a year 4 days ago and i want my friends again because no one here knows me inside and i sometimes don't think they really want to and i don't love me either.

i don't love me.

and that's why i'm not fabulous.

and now i'm going to compose myself and cover up the fact that i just had tears running down my face because that's what i do.

las mamacitas - 8:12 PM

ah big city, how lovely you sit in my tummy. must off to sleep as have been working for 12 hours today? ew yick. vomit. uck sleep glorious sleep.

las mamacitas - 1:41 AM