  urlLink The Badasses&nbsp; urlLink I decided to make last night a Blockbuster night since it's been rainy and all.
My roommate was nice enough to let my broke ass use a Blockbuster coupon. Extremely delighted to finally take a break from the mini-depression/I-just-moved-to-the-most-expensive-city-with-a-negative-bank-account-and-no-job freak out that I've been going through, I rented Ocean's Eleven and Dirty Pretty Things (didn't like so much. I was expecting something more, well, dirty). I love heist movies ... plus it renewed my crush on George Clooney and Brad Pitt. So shoot me. Plus there's nothin like men who wear suits on a casual basis and don't look like either a pimp or a dweeb.
That's hot. Refer to Exhibit A up above. By the middle of the second movie I noticed that I kept scratching my back and my legs. I was so uncomfortable that I had to stop the movie and retire upstairs. I found four huge welts on my legs and three in the small of my back, the result of some rogue mosquito feeding on my apparently tasty blood. I was reminded of my unrealistic hope of joining my man out in Southeast Asia for a month-long vacation. The mosquitoes would have a feeding frenzy the minute I stepped off the plane and I would be one massive quivering welt before I hit the ground. I'm Pilipina ... don't my genes protect against this kind of thing? My fabulous genes already provide me with a glorious toasty brown tan while all the white people around me on the beach start freckling and looking like small blonde lobsters.
Why did my genes fail me now? I remembered that my mom put some Vicks Vaporub on a mosquito bite that incapacitated my forearm and the swelling came right down. At the time, I thought that it was some shady Filipino witch doctor salve, but it worked so I didn't care. So I marched my ass right down to the 24-hour Rite Aid down the street and bought myself a tub of Vicks Vaporub. At 1.30 a.m. On a Friday night. Today I walked around all day hoping no one would notice that I smelled like Vicks Vaporub.
urlLink Senator Obama rockin the DNC&nbsp; urlLink On a completely unrelated note, this man's speech at the DNC made my shriveled, cold, cynical heart feel a foreign emotion: a sense of hope for American politics. Barack for 2012! 
