Chipotle Nutrition Facts
Serving Size: 1 Burrito Bol
Amount Per Serving
Calories 1142 Calories from Fat 497
% DV*
Total Fat 55g
Saturated Fat 18.5g
Cholesterol 166mg
Sodium 3532mg
Total Carbohydrate 105g
Dietary Fiber 16.5g
Sugars 9g
Protein 58g
Vitamin A 136%
Vitamin C 74%
Calcium 34%
Iron 14%
Did you people know this? Please tell me that yall didn't know this or I will never be able to trust my faceless blogger friends again! I love Chipotle so so much and this really hurts. Ignorance truly is bliss
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Horrified
Okay so I briefly mentioned that I took a weekend trip to Miami, which was great fun. As expected I participated in some drunken debauchery and have some pictures to prove it. Since me and my best buds are pretty cultural chicks we decided to hit up a museum. It wasn't just any museum, it was the World Erotic Arts Musuem. You're not going to see the average things there so it was a lot of fun. We also had a pretty cute tour guide named Dexter, who was a HUGE flirt (I guess you gotta be working in a Erotic musuem). There were very conspicous signs everywhere that instructed you not to take pictures, but my friends and I are severely hardheaded (plus Dexter wasn't protesting too much) so we blatently ignored them. Here are a few...
This is a king size bed with penis posts and karma sutra carvings on the side. It is truly a work of art. Apparantely the artist was building the bed for him and his wife, but he spent so much time on the bed that she ended up leaving him. He couldn't bear to chop the bed up or keep it so he sold it to the museum owner. They've since called it the "hardest wood."
This is one of my favorite pieces because I looooove shiny things. I also a fan of penises, so I'm pretty impressed by this work.
Our pictures weren't just of the art work. We got kinda crazy with the poses. It was all in fun and we figured anybody who didn't need to see them, wouldn't see them. When my bestfriend got home her father kept insisting on seeing the vacay pics. She is the worst liar known to man, and her father ended up finding her camera. He saw all of our pictures and even showed her mother. They burst out laughing and asked us what the hell was our problem. I will probably never be able to look her dad in the eye again. Her parents acted a lot cooler then my crazy ass parents would but I'm still incredibly embaressed. This is a less risque pic of me and our tour guide, Dexter.
I find it strange that the first picture I post of myself on this blog is of me bending a random man over to spank him, in front of a 8 foot tall, gold guilded penis. Oh well...
I really don't know what is worng with us but needless to say we had WAY too much fun with the camera.
This is a king size bed with penis posts and karma sutra carvings on the side. It is truly a work of art. Apparantely the artist was building the bed for him and his wife, but he spent so much time on the bed that she ended up leaving him. He couldn't bear to chop the bed up or keep it so he sold it to the museum owner. They've since called it the "hardest wood."
This is one of my favorite pieces because I looooove shiny things. I also a fan of penises, so I'm pretty impressed by this work.
Our pictures weren't just of the art work. We got kinda crazy with the poses. It was all in fun and we figured anybody who didn't need to see them, wouldn't see them. When my bestfriend got home her father kept insisting on seeing the vacay pics. She is the worst liar known to man, and her father ended up finding her camera. He saw all of our pictures and even showed her mother. They burst out laughing and asked us what the hell was our problem. I will probably never be able to look her dad in the eye again. Her parents acted a lot cooler then my crazy ass parents would but I'm still incredibly embaressed. This is a less risque pic of me and our tour guide, Dexter.
I find it strange that the first picture I post of myself on this blog is of me bending a random man over to spank him, in front of a 8 foot tall, gold guilded penis. Oh well...
I really don't know what is worng with us but needless to say we had WAY too much fun with the camera.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Lazy
So I just got back from Miami where I had a great time with my best girlfriends. The problem with going on vacation is that, for me, it gets hard to do anything else. Three days before I left I didn't do any work. I didn't set any appointments, make any copies, or even transcribe the dictations my boss left for me. I pretended to work while really I was just sitting at my desk catching up on blogs. Friday I left a huge stack of "priority" tasks on my desk knowing that I would more then likely be calling in today. I got back in enough time to at least work a half day today, but the truth is I odn't feel like it. Why would I want to work when I just came from the beach? I called out sick and ate chipotle. I didn't even do my homework which was incredibly stupid because I have a very low A and I need to do my homework to maintain it, but whateever. I have watched everything on my DVR and have even caught up with all hte new videos out (doesn't alicia look pretty in the "no one" video?!) I tried to get up and go to the gym to work off all that good cuban food I ate this weekend, but I got sidetracked when telemarketer named "cory" called. I literally talked to a stranger for forty minutes. So now here I am in my gym clothes trying to get the will to go. To tell you the truth I odn't even feel like blogging. I think I'll finish my Carl Weber book and read the new Vibe. Chris Brown looks pretty yummy on it! I'll blog to yall later...
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Rumpshaker Revisited
Many, many years ago in the fourth grade I suffered through a tragic and embarressing incident. Usually I don't like revisiting grade school horrors, unless of course it involves a fabulous gift pacakage like the one offered here, but today I experienced the familiar horror again so I felt compelled to share.
There was no greater honor in my fourth grade class then to be line leader for the day. After months of waiting (well really weeks but to a nine year old it seems much longer) I finally got my chance. This was really big shit at my school because you got to hold the flag during the pledge of the allegiance, and nobody could begin walking until you took your place at the front of the line. I took great pride leading my whole class to art, lunch, recess, and to the after recess bathroom break. Seeing as how it was a special day I decided to wear a skirt just so I would feel a little extra regal. Now during the bathroom break I decided to take my time in the restroom just so I could strut past all of my friends (and foes) to the front of the line. After doing my buisness in the bathroom I did just that.
After I made it to the front of the line I heard a few boys blurt out, "All I wanna do is zoom a zoom zoom zoom and a boom boom." I had no idea what the hell those little assholes were talking about so I kept it moving. The long walk from the bathroom to the classroom was filled with giggles. I kept turning around to see what the hell was so funny but didin't see anything and nobody would tell me. I finally get back to the classroom and Mr. Liu, my fourth grade teacher, tells me that my skirt is tucked into my underpants. Which means that my Care Bear panites were exposed to the entire classroom for the entire walk. Till this day I'm pissed that that son of a whore couldn't tell sooner. For the remainder of the year, up until I switched elementary schools, I was called rumpshaker. Some of the more insensitive students would even sing the song. It was another three years before I ever wore a skirt/dress to school. I was seriously that tramautized.
Today while walking to Panera for lunch I had on this tan wrap dress that I got from the Target clearance section for 10 bucks. It was slightly breezy and outta nowhere my skirt just flew straight up exposing my supergirl boy shorts (I still like character panties, do not judge, i'm still fragile). In an effort to keep my skirt down I stopped in the middle of a super busy intersection. This caused a car to swerve from hitting my ditzy ass, and about three other cars to honk angrily at me. The near death experience brought all those old memories flooding back, and it should be needless to say that I will be wearing pants for the remainder of the week.
Thank you for listening.
There was no greater honor in my fourth grade class then to be line leader for the day. After months of waiting (well really weeks but to a nine year old it seems much longer) I finally got my chance. This was really big shit at my school because you got to hold the flag during the pledge of the allegiance, and nobody could begin walking until you took your place at the front of the line. I took great pride leading my whole class to art, lunch, recess, and to the after recess bathroom break. Seeing as how it was a special day I decided to wear a skirt just so I would feel a little extra regal. Now during the bathroom break I decided to take my time in the restroom just so I could strut past all of my friends (and foes) to the front of the line. After doing my buisness in the bathroom I did just that.
After I made it to the front of the line I heard a few boys blurt out, "All I wanna do is zoom a zoom zoom zoom and a boom boom." I had no idea what the hell those little assholes were talking about so I kept it moving. The long walk from the bathroom to the classroom was filled with giggles. I kept turning around to see what the hell was so funny but didin't see anything and nobody would tell me. I finally get back to the classroom and Mr. Liu, my fourth grade teacher, tells me that my skirt is tucked into my underpants. Which means that my Care Bear panites were exposed to the entire classroom for the entire walk. Till this day I'm pissed that that son of a whore couldn't tell sooner. For the remainder of the year, up until I switched elementary schools, I was called rumpshaker. Some of the more insensitive students would even sing the song. It was another three years before I ever wore a skirt/dress to school. I was seriously that tramautized.
Today while walking to Panera for lunch I had on this tan wrap dress that I got from the Target clearance section for 10 bucks. It was slightly breezy and outta nowhere my skirt just flew straight up exposing my supergirl boy shorts (I still like character panties, do not judge, i'm still fragile). In an effort to keep my skirt down I stopped in the middle of a super busy intersection. This caused a car to swerve from hitting my ditzy ass, and about three other cars to honk angrily at me. The near death experience brought all those old memories flooding back, and it should be needless to say that I will be wearing pants for the remainder of the week.
Thank you for listening.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Thanks!
I'm on my way to the gym (gotta work off the bday cake) so I'm gonna make this short. Just wanted to thank everybody for the birthday wishes and kind words. I'm over my birthday blues (presents and money will do that to you) and I'm in a much better mood then I was at the beginning of the week. Mom is totally over the comments and I'm over her own snide remarks. Especially since B* brought up an excellent point in the comments section, "u gotta think, back in your moms day, men actually COURTED women and wifed them up legally..." Excellent point my dear. There is more about this that can be discussed because it is so true, but that little tidbit definetely put things in perspective as far as relationships go. I'm starting to think B* needs her own talk show, while E2Deep needs a radio show. Make it happen people!!! I'm out.
Monday, October 1, 2007
My Birthday Eve
Usually when my birthday comes around I launch into pre-planned festivities that usually last for about a week. But for some reason I just didn't feel like doing that this year. I ended up going to Lucky Strikes this weekend where I had alot of fun and alot of drinks. I also spent lots and lots of money on clothes which is always fun but it still didn't give me the "it's my birthday" rush (whatever that is). My birthday eve is usally a joyous occasion but today it started off kinda crappy. I got in a huge fight with my mom because she decided to make some age-insensitive comments. She thought it would be a good idea to mention how by the time she was 23 she was a graduate and a wife, and that it amazes her that I don't even have a boyfriend and I can barely balance a checkbook. I retorted back with, " you may have been a wife at 23, but you were divorced at 41, so I guess you weren't so smart after all." It was a super low blow and I'm suprised that she didn't reach across the counter and slap me silly. I expected her to so I still ducked, but she didn't raise her hand she just looked at me and walked away. I want to apologize but I'm still kinda bitter about the comments.
I think the problem with this birthday is that at 23 people start expecting shit from you. And when you're not there yet you feel like you've failed at life. At least thats how I feel. I'm proud of my accomplishments but when throw them up against my mom's or even other 23 year olds I get kind of sad. Like maybe I'm not as great as I think I am. I don't really know what to do about this so I'm just going to ignore the fact that I'm turning 23 and call tomorrow my 22nd birthday part deux.
I think the problem with this birthday is that at 23 people start expecting shit from you. And when you're not there yet you feel like you've failed at life. At least thats how I feel. I'm proud of my accomplishments but when throw them up against my mom's or even other 23 year olds I get kind of sad. Like maybe I'm not as great as I think I am. I don't really know what to do about this so I'm just going to ignore the fact that I'm turning 23 and call tomorrow my 22nd birthday part deux.
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