I am so tired...
I'm about to pass out here at work. I stayed out till 3am last nite. My friend, David, and I went to West Hollywood's Carnaval. Parking was crazy, and I ended up getting a parking ticket for parking in a no parking zone :( Oh well, we had tons of fun. The costumes were AMAZING! We took pictures with a box of McDonald's French Fries, Jessica (so pretty!) and Roger Rabbit, a giant white unicorn (this guy was basically naked and painted his whole body white!), Buddha... so many people - so many costumes! My fave was a really old woman dressed as an Xmas tree who went around saying, "The only thing I want for Xmas is a new President!" hehe how cute :)
The music was great and everyone was having so much fun! It makes me happy to see people get together for something and just smile :) There were way too many drag queens :P It was the most unoriginal costume haha j/k :P Then, there were the transsexuals who were soooooooooo pretty. I was like, "Shit! I could never be that pretty!" There were times when I felt I was watching a "He or She?" edition of Maury Povich... :P I would sit there and I really couldn't tell to save my life. Unwittingly, David ended up hitting on a few hehe :P
I've decided that I don't like crowds. Too many really nasty men were touching me and crap. That's just not okay. And what the hell does "shorty" mean? I passed this guy, and he was like, "Real sexy, shorty." I'm anything but short. I must have been 6 feet tall in my 'come fuck me' boots. I imagine it's a trendy new word... *sigh*... I'm just not up on the times...
My feet hurt so much last nite! I had to take off my boots and walk barefoot! I was stepping on all sorts of shit too! ...like berries and pebbles and this horrible cobblestone sidewalk. My pantyhose are jacked right now. We got so lost in WeHo! We were there like an hour longer than we needed to be. But we met a lot of kewl people and I got my scare of the evening when some guy hid behind a tall bush and jumped out to scare me. Okay, okay... he was actually just standing in a shady corner of a residential driveway trying to light a cigarette... but he scared the shit out of me, nonetheless! He was like, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." hehe :P
Sorry this blog is weird... I can't think straight... I just want to go back to bed :) After we left Carnaval, we met up with a few of our friends at Denny's who were supposed to meet us at Carnaval but didn't because they were sick of fighting the traffic to get there. It was a really fun night! :D
The music was great and everyone was having so much fun! It makes me happy to see people get together for something and just smile :) There were way too many drag queens :P It was the most unoriginal costume haha j/k :P Then, there were the transsexuals who were soooooooooo pretty. I was like, "Shit! I could never be that pretty!" There were times when I felt I was watching a "He or She?" edition of Maury Povich... :P I would sit there and I really couldn't tell to save my life. Unwittingly, David ended up hitting on a few hehe :P
I've decided that I don't like crowds. Too many really nasty men were touching me and crap. That's just not okay. And what the hell does "shorty" mean? I passed this guy, and he was like, "Real sexy, shorty." I'm anything but short. I must have been 6 feet tall in my 'come fuck me' boots. I imagine it's a trendy new word... *sigh*... I'm just not up on the times...
My feet hurt so much last nite! I had to take off my boots and walk barefoot! I was stepping on all sorts of shit too! ...like berries and pebbles and this horrible cobblestone sidewalk. My pantyhose are jacked right now. We got so lost in WeHo! We were there like an hour longer than we needed to be. But we met a lot of kewl people and I got my scare of the evening when some guy hid behind a tall bush and jumped out to scare me. Okay, okay... he was actually just standing in a shady corner of a residential driveway trying to light a cigarette... but he scared the shit out of me, nonetheless! He was like, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." hehe :P
Sorry this blog is weird... I can't think straight... I just want to go back to bed :) After we left Carnaval, we met up with a few of our friends at Denny's who were supposed to meet us at Carnaval but didn't because they were sick of fighting the traffic to get there. It was a really fun night! :D
posted by Quyen @ 10:05 AM
15 Comments:
At 11:04 AM ,
grace said...
is that parking ticket going to fuck up your budget? :P hehe...
sounds like fun! we went out the night before... i was NOT about to go out again last night! :)
At 11:06 AM ,
grace said...
wait! i forgot! what'd you go as??? did you go as a prostitute? :P
post pics! :)
At 11:41 AM ,
Quyen said...
I went as a porn star! :D hehe And yes, the parking ticket is going to fuck up my budget... So, I'm going to put in a budgeting device which I shall call "Holiday Shennanigans"... So, whatever I do on a Holiday that fucks up my budget, I'm not responsible for that :P hehe
At 11:55 AM ,
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At 11:56 AM ,
Unknown said...
d'oh..
porn star, huh huh.. didya only wear cfmboots?? hehe..
i actually know a transsexual. he..she.. hm, whatever, is so hot!! she.. he..grr.. confuses me.. =P
At 12:05 PM ,
grace said...
i think everyone should vote: who wants to see Quyen as a porn star??? i'm voting yes!!!
post pics! :P
At 2:00 PM ,
Mike said...
Where can I get a pair of come-fuck-me boots? Shit if all it took was a pair of the right boots, I wouldn't have wasted all that time and money with flowers and candy, cards, and poems, and that whole matrimony thing.
Come-fuck-me boots. What a female concept. I've had a lot of girlfriends in my life and I couldn't tell you what shoes any of them wore. Hell I can barely remember what shoes my wife owns. Nina, go buy some come-fuck-me boots. I'm buying, bling bling!
At 2:10 PM ,
Quyen said...
Mike, I shudder to think of you in "come fuck me" boots hahaha :P
At 6:16 PM ,
Chris said...
You know it's going to be an odd day when you wake up to a blog posting where your girlfriend essentially admits transsexuals are infinitely more attractive than she'll ever be. :P You have to ask yourself, does this mean my girlfriend thinks guys make for the hottest women out there, or does she think she's the equivalent of a guy in drag, in which case you're obliged to also ask yourself, do other people think she looks no better than a common guy? lol, okay, so I'm just kidding, but it was worth a thought for all of five seconds.
I find it pretty amusing that you're complaining about crowds Quyen, as if somehow crowds present the only social situation in which nasty men are going to approach you. You know what they say about God being everywhere? Well, the same is true for nasty men. :P You can find them at the subway, in a class of ten students, at kung fu lessons, or at night while you walk home through a residential area.
By the way, it probably doesn't help much when you dress like a prostitute. Just a thought. Nasty men are nasty enough without the added stimulation. In cases like this, I like to think of my friends who are always complaining that men stare at their chest while trying to keep some reasonable facsimile of a conversation going. I always end up asking them, well....if you don't like that, you might think of investing in actual clothes rather than wearing a top smaller than a man's pair of underwear. The most hilarious of these was a friend of mine who would intentionally take some scissors to cut further down the middle of her top, and attach some form of homemade corset to the bottom-half. Her boobs were so tightly squeezed and projecting far out from her chest that they would often turn blue along the vein trails. Can we say, "ewwww"?
Lastly, I just want to take a moment to salute Mike. Right on. "Fuck me boots"? How much more female can we get here? I can't imagine a guy believing that footware somehow holds the key to attraction. I can't even recall the last time I paid attention to any girl's footware, thinking to myself, "wow, that's one hot crosstrainer. I need to fuck her asap." Now, if we want to talk "fuck me top" or "fuck me shorts," that's a little bit more like it. :P
Final thoughts: 1) How about David tells us what he thought about the transsexuals? Magical? Attractive? 2) What does the blogging community here think about them? same as Julia? 3) Quyen, how did your pantyhose get "jacked"? Seriously though, and 4) When are you posting some pics of you on halloween?
At 6:38 PM ,
Quyen said...
Man, I just read Mike's comment again, and now I'm imagining him in "come fuck me boots" and a "come hither" stare! *shudders* hahahaha :P
Wow, Chris. I never thought about it like that... there really ARE dirty men everywhere! We should make the equivalent of a neighborhood watch for these men of ill repute ;)
And that boob-vein thing is just gross... I'm glad that'll never happen to me. My boobs are too small to have actual veins devoted to their existence :P
At 7:44 PM ,
MomMega: mothersmilkblog.com said...
I concur, let's see the pics!
And, in defense of the boots and come-fuck-me shoes as a whole, I think it is more of how they make us girls feel. They make our legs seem longer, our calves more defined and make us walk with a little wiggle in our butt. When we put the CFM shoes/boots on, you feel smokin' hot! And that confidence makes you feel like you could get any man and sleep with him. So, it is not the actual shoes, it is the way they make you feel when you are wearing them.
At 9:05 AM ,
Mike said...
Oh, it's about how the girls feel? My bad. I totally get it now. Because once a woman feels sexy she feels that she can get any man to fuck her. Brilliant! I've spoken with so many women in my life who have complained about how hard it is to find a man who would be up for some fucking.
Just a tip. If you could find a pair of boots with hollowed out soles and heels and a little straw coming out of the ankle you could fill them with beer or whiskey. Now those would be come fuck me boots.
And quit abbreviating the boots. If you're talking about come fuck me boots, call them come fuck me boots, not cfm. What is this, code? Should I go buy a pair of cbm jeans and some mmd,b cufflinks?
At 9:29 AM ,
grace said...
chris posts the longest comments ever. hehe...
as far as mike in come-fuck-me boots with a come hither stare... well... i don't know. i find myself not turned on at all by that...
i heard gael garcia bernal *meeeeow* is pretty hot as a woman in la mala educacion. i can't wait to watch that.
i completely lost my train of thought thinking of my boyfriend...
damn.
At 11:30 AM ,
Calvin said...
dunno about the boots and all that.. but i do vote for the 'pictures' motion!!
At 2:15 PM ,
Oddgirl said...
I wanna see the pictures too. Did you have just been fucked hair? What did you wear? The really telling question is did you have to go buy something to pull the costume off or did you already have something skanky in your wardrobe?
Mike, I don't need come fuck me boots and I think you know that. I also don't remember any candy, poems, or cards. I know you love it when I give you the come hither look.
I like the budgeting category of "Holiday Shennanigans".
I think if I saw Michael in come fuck me boots I would probably lose it. Too funny!:)
Sounds like you had a great time.
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