Tossing My Cookies

I just got back from lunch. Sometimes I like skipping fast food and going somewhere where I can sit down and be alone for a while, but today I made the wrong choice. There’s this soul food kinda place up the street, and they have really delicious salads and even better french fries, not to mention awesome black bean soup (despite constantly playing really drecky soul music and forgotten Zhane follow-up singles.)

Anyway, at the next table over were three ratty gay boys, and one of them was talking about how he wanted to get into porn, and the other two were just letting him talk for a while. (Except for when he’d break out his phone and call people and say things like “Hey honey! Listen, I don’t remember last night–I know I talked to you, I just wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt your feelings! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Okay, I’m at lunch now, call me later bye!!”) And he was saying how he was going to go to Vegas in January for the porn festival.

I kind of wanted to tell him to shut up (or at least ask him to pull his dick out if he thought it was so special, because his face definitely wasn’t attractive.) It kind of ruined my lunch–I wish I was better at blocking out the people around me.

Anyway. Here’s some pictures I took in Vegas last January.

(That’s Jenna Jameson, by the way, not Janice.)

(Me and Gia Paloma. By the way, my favorite picture from that weekend got deleted by Photobucket for violating their terms of use. Bastards.)