Yelp fail.

So you as you all know I can be a jerk sometimes. It will not be a surprise that I also yelp.

There is this fabulous establishment in Daly City called Oriental Kitchen. Okay the name alone just says BAD BAD BAD Asian food of ANY kind. The sushi is crap, and my ex had to practically DRAG my crying ass there because that was HIS favorite place.

Because I was in a bitchy mood my review of the place was "It's equivalent to eating sushi out of a butthole."

So Oriental Kitchen wrote me, and for my own amusement I sent it to my ex who had a good laugh.

Here is the letter.

My ex replied to me today saying that he is going to frame this letter and hang it on his wall.

La Mission

First of all I just want to say Benjamin Bratt. Your are fine .... fucking FIONE! If I had ever seen a dude that look like you in the Mission I will post up on 24th and Mission all day and wait for your FINE ASS!

I know you were looking at her, but really you were looking at me. GOD Damn like sweet tres leches cake and my favorite enchiladas all in one plate.

Damn god damn.

I don't care if these damn kids are throwing their Nerds at me up in this movie theatre. I don't even care that I hear homegirl's ipod or dude answering his damn phone. These teens are being hella bad and loud up on this field trip, but Daddy there's just silence when I see you...... Ooh godamn I will be your babymama, your sidepiece, and your wifey. COO COO?

Scuse me... while I fan myself.

This movie aside from the fine ass cholo up in in, was a great love letter to the Mission district. It captured all the colors, the sounds, and the beauty of Frisco. Loved this movie.

I was inexplicably emotional. I was supposed to see the opening of this movie, but things didn't turn out that way. Ironically I was asked at the last minute to chaperone this field trip, and I was happy that I did.

The kids had a very mixed reaction to it. Homophobia is still very prevalent in the hood, and a lot of the kids reacted very crudely to some of the scenes. For the most part though, they were silent and didn't attempt to skip out.

The Mission District is the most charismatic neighborhood. It's so dense, so busy, so beautiful. I've spend a lot of my formative adult years in this neighborhood. I love the families, the babies, the punk rockers, the dancers, and even you BIKE RIDERS......grrrr. We got a bone to pick.

Te Amo Frisco. Hella.

I'm so hard

I rock a pink ass shirt with some Jordans. Got some chocolate ass Chocolate in between me and my best friend. It's She and I Aquemini.

M.I.A I'm there with you

But now I need carebears and a hug because I'm a puuuuuuusssssyyy

M.I.A, Born Free from ROMAIN-GAVRAS on Vimeo.

ROFL ROFL! Late Finally!

Tattooed Bootch.

I was going to get these on my wrists, but at the last minute I changed my mind.

Yes they are wings. Attached them are the initials of my cousin who died when I was thirteen. Wow it's been fourteen years.

His passing is where my story actually begins. I don't know how to explain it without sounding like a tortured emo teen. Everything just unfolded into these very tumultuous lessons that set the precedence for the rest of my life.

I realize my life has been a very short one thus far. I just miss him very much.