JennyBradleyYo!

I noticed I’ve been losing weight. Obviously I’m hosting a parasite!

Actually, in order to save money, I’ve been walking from work (SOMA) to home (Upper Haight). I get hit on by so many crackheads, my self-esteem is soaring this week!

Plus, Source is going to be on Check, Please next week, and I feel like I should put forth some effort, so if I ever watch it, I won’t want to flush my head down the toilet. My boss asked me to please do my hair and wear presentable clothes. What? He’s not a fan of the puffy eyed, bed-head, maybe-I’m-wearing-the-same-clothes-as-yesterday-AND-slept-in-them look? Unbelievable.

I am watching “Your Highness”. I was going to watch it earlier, but I passed out cold on the couch after putting it in the DVD player. That is beside the point.
The movie is awesome, which leaves me angered and offended no one had informed me sooner. Also, I don’t think one review I read did this movie ANY justice!

I totally passed out on the couch last night, but was awoken within 20 minutes to fighting and a dog barking. One guy was on top of another, but I couldn’t see their heads out of my living room window. The dog was going crazy and it looked like one guy was strangling the other. He kept screaming that he was gonna kill the other guy and, I kid you not, BITE HIS FACE OFF.
My neighbors threw a plate at them to break it up. The few people on the street kept yelling for them to break it up. It was scary. I need the SF police # in my phone for shit like this. I really did think someone was going to die, be murdered on my front steps.
This happened a half hour after googling the Miami Zombie Incident, complete with image search b/c I’m morbid.
It’s officially an epidemic.
Terrifying!

OMG nevermind, it’s much worse.

Who started calling this new drug ‘bath salts’? Bath salts are supposed to have the opposite effect.

If there is a Zombie Apocalypse, I’d be the first to go. I’m the girl in the horror movie who gets killed first. I’m the one that’d run up the stairs to escape.

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS BE THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE, I WANT TO LIVE.

Or, maybe I’d be part of the band of underdogs that should have been goners but somehow makes it in the end!

I just have to stay away from staircases.

I don’t even know what actually happened in Miami. So, now that I’m about to go to bed, why not read about it?! It can’t be too much worse than that guy, with the penis, and like serving it for dinner, or whatever the fuck he did. He found that other guy on a Cannibal Craigslist type thing, and then one of them ate the other.

Humans! They are so cray!

So I got really drunk and then upset the other night about gender equality. And silly me, I took it to Tumblr.

It has nothing to do with owning a house. I can do that. It has to do with a group of males in my life, who I didn’t necessarily choose, who are my peers, not my friends, who feel the need to remind me that I am a female, I am a sexual object, and I am lesser (because omg women are so emotional due to their periods).

It’s shitty. And it doesn’t matter where I go, what I do, these men will always exist. It’s societal structure, it’s that women don’t band together, it’s like a whole slew of shitty shit shit.

I don’t want to elaborate because it will be too personal, but I do know I can own a house someday. And I don’t appreciate males telling me I’m grasping and gender equality has been dealt with because being a female in a society that hates, rapes, sexualizes, pays less hour for hour, etc etc etc is my daily life.

Don’t worry, I have a sense of humor about it. But you know “women just aren’t that funny”.