She's Just Asking To Be Raped

I got my car back!!!! I was soooo excited that it was recovered and everything was still in it, because we were definitely dealing with the stupidest motherfucking criminals of all time. They left my radio and my wallet and my umbrella. They stole my Zune and the shittiest pair of headphones I own. Ah well. I can get new shit.

Soooo....moving on, my friends and I are having a garage sale. We were putting signs up in my neighborhood when we saw this girl kind of strolling dazed down the street wearing a big sweatshirt and super short shorts. It was around 11:00 pm. I didn't stare, because I didn't care. Sometimes you are inconvenienced by your clothing and your situation at the same time.

My friend doesn't get out much. She doesn't really live in reality. She's never had anything stolen, or done drugs, or stayed out late. Her life is in a bubble. It's rose colored and makes the outside world look very scary and the inner bubble very appealing.

She said to me, "You know, I find it hard to feel sympathy for those girls who are just asking for rape."

I couldn't believe that had just come out of a woman's mouth. I said, "No girl is ever asking to be raped. No woman deserves it."

She replied, "But they might as well. They're just stupid girls."

I almost opened my mouth to protest but realized it would be a futile argument. She would never see my point because she's never know anyone who was raped.

My aunt was raped. She caught a very rare STD which became a very rare cancer. And she died from it, only in her 40's. I don't know what was going on when it happened because I was just a kid, but I'm goddamn sure she wasn't being stupid or asking for rape.

And just when I thought this conversation was making headway. Nah. It's where it always was.

Deuces,
Erika

WTF? Blog Fighting?

It should be common knowledge to all you sassy Missbehavers out there that Sarah Morrison hates the word blog. Cool. So do I. So do a lot of people. But then I came across something that made me hate blogs themselves.

How did I come across this foolishness you ask? Erm, I was searching for a way to lose five pounds in four days. Shut up! I have to! My birthday is this Friday and I have a pair of high-waisted shorts I wanted to wear to my party. Yes! I had to buy them a size too small; they didn't have my size. It was an impulse buy, but they're very cute shorts...ahem. Anyway...in my quest for quick weight loss, I stumbled across a blog with this comment in the comments section:

I'm sorry but that was the most poorly written blog that I have ever read. Some of the sentences just run on too long. Besides from that, it is complicated and I don't really think that most people will understand. Deny my criticism as you wish, but I can guarantee you this blog needs some editing. P.S-The idea for the blog post is pretty good though.

WTF?! Is there such thing as the blog grammar police and I just don't know about it? I won't put the author of the comment here, but is he a professor of Rhetoric at Harvard or something?

This is what Wikipedia had to say about blogs:
Many blogs provide commentary or news on a particular subject; others function as more personal online diaries.

See that last part about online diaries? That means grammar, sentence structure, spelling - that shit don't count. People write what they want how they want. So evil grammerphiles stop preying on people that may have slept through 9th grade lit. Stop taking shit so seriously. It's not like all these 18-25 year olds are writing life-altering manifestos on the 'net. Chill the fuck out.

Internetz=peace!

Deuces,
Erika

I Am Not Spoiled.

I don't think I ask for a lot out of life. I don't expect people to do things for me. I do them myself. I make my own opportunities. I have learned not to expect certain things because they are just disappointments waiting to happen.

I don't expect the kids I went to high school with to hang out with me now. We were all great friends but I know if I called them up and made plans, they would cancel on me last minute. It's happened too many times before. I don't expect my mother to ever understand why I draw girls that are smoking. I tried to tell her once, that I like to portray life as it really is, but she'll never get it.

Is it ridiculous if I just want to have a good birthday, or see a friend live up to his full potential, or have a boyfriend that fully gets who I am? To have that Cake CD I ordered last year finally come in to Criminal so I can pick it up? Or to have friends that want to be around me or take my feelings into consideration when they make stupid comments or cancel our plans? To have acceptance from my own family, or see someone who could do so much in the world stop using heroin?

Maybe I just ask for too much.