WTF?!

...finally hopped back here after who knows when and after the demands of someone that I start writing again. I'm just out of the house, getting some fresh morning air. New grout laid around the bathroom tiles last night left a bad odor. It smells like the chemical equation for grout is Elmers Glue + sweaty gym socks.

Someone slap my hands... bad, bad... I'm going against my coffee drinking beliefs and am sitting outside of the over hyped money grabbing, dirt tasting coffee hole Starbucks, drinking a red eye, enjoying my morning smoke, and listening to the manager interview a potential barista. Mr. Manager conducting the interview is tapping his foot on the ground like crazy; Mr. Manager is totally wired on caffeine and has a "need to drop a deuce" smirk on his face like he has a bad case of bubble guts brewing in his stomach caused by his venti caramel macchiato. I think the excessive foot tapping is making the applicant look nervous: a bratty looking high school, second generation silicon valley rich kid who masterfully perfected the art of swaying her ponytail from left to right in unison with her left and right foot as she walks making her look like a total jail baiting ditz. The art of the ponytail sway must be part of the junior high curriculum in Palo Alto since you see the majority of Paris Hilton fangirls at Stanford Mall walk this walk. Anyway... I order a red eye at Starbucks since this seems to be the only thing that has the same caffeine caliber as a regular Peet's Coffee. I'm not at Peet's only because sometimes I like to enjoy my coffee with a couple of smokes, so I don't want to be the second hand smoke chimney around the families and kids which make up the majority of Sunday customers at the local Peet's; So I guess I can get my nicotine fix with all the other smokeheads that hang out at Starbucks. (Interview update: The manager is reading a handwritten script and asks, "How do you feel about having to wear khaki pants and not being able to wear open toed shoes?". WTF? Is this the make it or break it job offer deal making question? I wonder if this question is a toughie for the little ditz. Sounds like she's a little flustered.)

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Nothing much else going on since I last blogged. I finally went home to the Philippines back in March. I'll get some pics up. It was cool to see the pamilya again. Everyone thinks that Cali life is the shit, but no matter where you are, the best place to be is wherever your family and friends are.

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Its summer again... 8:30 sunsets... Corona and lime! Summer last year was probably the period when I was in the best shape of my post college life. My health freak phase brought mixed reactions from many- mostly WTF, especially when I totally cut out meat. I only ate salads, fruit and fish for about 3 months, ordered veggie burgers while I watched everyone else savor their juicy beef patties, and I went hiking for 2 hours everyday. I stopped when winter rolled around and gained all the weight back. So I'm doing it again after feeling gross shoving a slice of pizza down my throat last night. I went to Safeway late last night to load up the fridge- hell, the only food I have left is a box of panko breaded talapia filets from Trader Joes; My bad eating habits are due to an empty fridge causing late night drive thru runs and pizza delivery calls. 30 minutes later and a vegan dream cartfull of greens and imitation meat products that would make Moby proud, a fat lady with a fake tan decked out in a pink camouflage velour tracksuit with high heels gave me one of those WTF looks.

After the clerk scanned half my groceries, the old lady behind me actually asks, "Why you gotta go buy too much food for? What the hell, honey, you's holdin' up the line wid all dem groceries."

"Its food. You can never say its bad to stock up on groceries.".

What I really wanted to say was, "Coppertone addict bitch, mind your damn business. I'll be out of your way in a second and you can pay for your Cheetos, powdered donuts and Coors Lite six pack.".

She comes back saying, "True, true, but why you not gonna buy the good stuff. When I get dat much food, I gets the good stuff, know what i mean? Steak, cookies... You still young, you don't gots to be all healthy and junk.".

"Umm, I'm probably not as young as you think and I can only eat so much of the good stuff before I get tired of it and feel sick.".

What I really wanted to say, "The good stuff? In about 10 minutes you're going to stuff yourself with Cheetos, powdered donuts and beer! I don't see that being good for you. Couple that with a bad tan and an outfit you probably borrowed from your daughter and you're two steps away from the point of no return back to good.".

She just gave me one of those WTF looks again. Whatever... I'm sure everyone was giving her the WTF look also. If you go out in public looking like a moldy California Raisin auditioning to be a J.Lo back up dancer, you deserve the WTF look as well.