Things that are Not Okay: Trayvon Martin

Hi guys. As you know, I rarely post about news or serious things. But even though this news story is a bit old, I've been following it for weeks and I want to talk about it. It’s important.

So, let’s have a discussion with myself.

Well, in a nutshell, a 17 year old African American boy named Trayvon Martin was walking to a family member’s home when he was shot and killed by George Zimmerman, self-appointed “neighborhood watch leader.”

Zimmerman claims it was “self defense.”

No, Trayvon was carrying some skittles and a drink from a convenience store.

No. In fact, Zimmerman saw Trayvon while he was still in his car.  He called 911 and the dispatcher told him to stay in his car. He got out and approached Trayvon instead.

Not really, no. Trayvon called his girlfriend and said a guy was following him.  Zimmerman had about 100 pounds on him, so Trayvon was probably intimidated. His girlfriend said that she told Trayvon to run, but he said he was going to walk fast. No one knows exactly what happened after that. 

But even if Trayvon got scared and attacked Zimmerman (unarmed), Zimmerman was the one who got out of the car and approached him. Thus, Zimmerman was the aggressor in this situation - Florida's "Stand Your Ground" laws protect the victim, not the aggressor. Zimmerman cannot follow someone home, get out of his car, approach him, shoot and kill him (whether or not it was during an altercation), and claim it was self defense.

Yes. Just minding his own business.

Yes.

Yes.

I know.

I am too. Do you want to know what’s worse?

…

The police fucked up the investigation. Zimmerman hasn’t been charged with Trayvon’s killing yet.

Yeah. They didn’t administer any kind of drug/alcohol test to Zimmerman. They didn’t interview Trayvon’s girlfriend right away. They didn’t catch a racial slur on the 911 tape. One report claims they “corrected” a  witness who heard someone yell “Help, help.”

Did I mention that Trayvon was black? I think they assumed he was guilty. Or it would go away quietly.

That’s how I feel. Zimmerman has a prior record (Trayvon doesn’t), and was known for calling the police about (black) kids in the area.

I agree.

It’s awful.

Well, real people can sign this petition. I mean, it’s clear that the case is being investigated now, but it’s still important for people to go “Hey, this isn’t okay.”

I know.

Me too. We can be funny again tomorrow.

Random Doodles.

You ever start doodling without paying attention and seeing what you come up with? I did.

It’s a meatball on a boat. You’re welcome. 

...The weird thing is, I wasn't even drunk when I did this. But seriously, if you haven't been around in a couple of days please check out yesterday's March Madness post, or my wine post from Monday. Please.

Sooo…This is Awwwkward.

Hey guys, remember when I promised Boyfriend would have his contribution to that post done this week? Well, he has something to say. Go ahead, dear.

  

Honey, just tell them.

Flowers, aww!

HEY! 

SERIOUSLY?!?

…okay.

Promise?

NO that’s okay there’s no rush you will get to it when you get to it.  Plus, if the readers want more Mayor Gia then can always check me out on facebook and twitter! I’m sure they'll understand. Right, dear readers?!?!

Apartment Hunting Sucks.

Ugh. As you may recall from the other week, I’m slightly depressed about my predicament, where apartment hunting is kind of like this:

 My mom came to visit last week, and we checked out some apartments together.

It did NOT go well. Let me illustrate this to you in chart form.

Or maybe you’d rather see it this way:

Eventually it became like this:

I saw Boyfriend, and he tried to comfort me. Kind of:

I really do not want a roommate.

Yes, I let Boyfriend keep his testicles. Needless to say, I’m still looking for somewhere to live. Yes, it’s stressful. Sigh.

St. Patrick’s Day Allie

Me: Hi Allie!

Allie: HEYYYYYYYYY girlfriend! What’s up?!

Me: Are you drunk?

Allie: Whaaaat? Nooooo…..

Me: *sniffs* I can smell booze on your breath!

Allie: I just had a tiny bit…

Me: Allie, you were supposed to come talk about your plans for St Paddy’s Day. You weren’t supposed to be drunk yet.

Allie: The bar specials start now! I’m nothing if not thrifty.

Me: Damnit, Allie.

Allie: Why don’t I sing more often? I have a great voice…

Me: Allie no-

Allie: I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT. WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT.

Me: Are you singing Spice Girls?

Allie: Gia, your line is “So tell me what you want, what you really really want.”

Me: NO.

Allie: IF YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER, GOTTA GET WITH MY FRIENDS…

Me: What does that even mean??

Allie: Hell if I know…

Me: C’mon, let’s give this interview a shot.

Allie: SHOT? DID YOU SAY SHOTS?

Me: Oh fuck.

Allie: SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS

Me: ugh.

Allie: I WANT SHOTS AND MORE BEADS.

Me: This interview is over.

And Then I Ate the World’s Best Burrito.

Alternative Titles for this Post:

Burritos: A life changing experience

So this is Happiness 

An Ode to a Burrito

So Boyfriend and I (read: I) wanted Mexican food last week. We have an On the Border near us, but the service is kind of terrible (and my coworkers were going to eat at the restaurant next to it, so we figured the odds of us running into them were 104%). I googled, and found a hole-in-the-wall place that we could get some takeout from. It was like a tiny pizza parlor – we could have eaten there, but there was no alcohol available, so we picked up burritos and guacamole and brought it to my place.

Naturally, we poured some wine and sat down to eat. First, the chips and guacamole. They were DELICOUS. The chips were pretty greasy, but in a delicious way (okay, in a “my insides would die if I ate these chips often” kind of way. But still delicious).

Then….the BURRITO.  I got a vegetarian one. Firstly, it was HUGE. Like the size of a Chihuahua, approximately.

It might not look like anything fancy from the outside. Do not be deceived.

And it was DELICIOUS. And huge. And delicious. It was like eating heaven, if heaven were in Mexico and meat-free. Boyfriend’s was chicken, and I’m pretty sure he liked his too.

I didn't even remember drawing this one.

He managed to devour his, while I ate about 70% of mine and wrapped the rest up for leftovers. I didn’t want to get to a place where I felt absolutely sick and it turned me off of them – you know, like when you drink way too much coconut rum and vomit and get an aversion to coconut rum even though its delicious and not the rum’s fault?

I know I drew this bad. Also, Boyfriend told me I did. So yeah. They can't all be winners.

Anyhoo, delicious. Boyfriend liked it, but not as much as I did. It was kind of a life changing experience for me. I wanted to have the capacity to finish the burrito at once, but I couldn’t after all that wine and chips and salsa. I went to bed like this:

Guys, I LIKE food, but not usually like this. This was special. I just wanted to spoon Boyfriend and burrito all night long, and feel fulfilled in life.

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[Linking up with yeahwrite! Also, apparently it's the "week of the haiku" which is super ironic because do you all remember when I gave you a sneak peak of this post on Friday? It was, a-hem, a burrito themed haiku. 

Make my mouth water

With all your deliciousness

Sexy burrito.

So I'm psychic or it's fate or something like that. Pretty much, I'm awesomesauce. You're welcome, universe.]

Another Short One

So, if you were expecting Boyfriend to contribute to a post this week (because, you know, I told you that was gonna happen), I’m very sorry but he’s been super busy being a hero at work:

I’ll convince him to do it soon, I promise.

In other news, I have a post written about a burrito, but I don’t want to post it until I draw some pictures to go with it. Because the burrito was amazing and it deserves the best. Want a sneak preview? Here’s a haiku about it:

Make my mouth water

With all your deliciousness

Sexy burrito.

You're welcome.

Also, if you haven’t liked me on Facebook yet, can you PLEASE?!? And let me know if you have a page, because I’ll totally like the crap out of it.

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Following me on Twitter is also fun.

Okay, that’s enough whoring for now. I mean, you guys aren’t Boyfriend. (Awkward?) Soooo...anyone have any good plans this weekend? Hmm? What are you guys up to? Clubbing? Drinking? Sexing it up? Playing with your cat (no euphemism)? Watching videos of cats on youtube because you can't afford a cat right now and your lease won't let you have one anyway? 


Me? I'll be sitting and drinking and sitting some more and I’ll be back with posts that make sense next week!