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Esther
I agree AG and CF!! SD, get blogging!! Your writing is so descriptive I felt like I was in that car! And AG's wit is priceless.— December 16, 2009 1:05 p.m.
Esther
Thanks, SD, for sharing your Esthers with me!! They all sound like a blast. Here's the Esthers of our youth and our younger, carefree selves!! Funny you talk about sneaking out - I tried that once, with Esther, of course, and got completely busted. My mom has radar ears. Actually I woke up last night at 3:30 or so and saw I forgot to turn off my computer, so I did a last post, hence the fact that it makes no sense whatsoever!!— December 14, 2009 5:44 p.m.
Esther
Cool shirt! I want one. Some bitch last week cracked a joke about my Ramones t-shirt. As if I wore it on purpose. She's like "is that a Ramones t-shirt (shrill)?" One of the reasons I left my job. I wanted to punch her. Back to bed.— December 14, 2009 3:51 a.m.
Bah humbug!!!
Oh, for the love of God, Jesus Christ on a crutch, I am laughing my ass off!! HANDLE!! Only serious drinkers know WTF a handle is and you, frakstick, have earned my diehard appreciation of someone who gets it. Even though you are an a**hole of epic proportions (albeit a well read, smart freak), I still envision you on the hood of a souped-up 1967 Chevy Nova in your ass-chaps leading the rest of humanity into your vision of nirvana.— December 13, 2009 8:15 p.m.
Esther
Oh my God, I will never forget her last name! As a matter of fact, her older sister and mine were fast friends. Her sister died in a car accident at 19, after surviving one at 18 that disfigured one of our other friends. My sister has pictures that still make me cry. I'm not a fan of social networking. I set up a Facebook account about six months ago and got porned. I was collecting friends, writing and posting interesting (to me) photos and things about my life, and suddenly, I get this e-mail. Well, it's from one of my "friends"!! So of course I open it and all fraking shat breaks loose. I sent porn to my mother, for Christ's sake!! Not that it bothered her, but you get the point. I cancelled my account. Like you, I am a bit of a hermit. I prefer to live my life unexamined. And it is still worth living.— December 13, 2009 7:59 p.m.
Esther
Thanks, Refried! I love that you mentioned Hollister, they being one of our main rivals for sports, and the boys we dated to piss off our Gilroy guys when we were feeling neglected. I remember the hotel!! Watsonville is where we passed through to get to Santa Cruz the back way when cutting school. My sister still has a best friend that lives there. She did not go to school with him, he just happened to relocate there. It's an awesome little town. Great Mexican food. And you are so right - there was nothing there back then. Just a sprinkle.— December 13, 2009 7:38 p.m.
Esther
AG - I was petrified. Esther, on the other hand, did this all the time. One time, during class, we got pulled out because she kept looking at me and laughing. I kept saying "shut up!" under my breath, because, of course, we were stoned to the bejesus. They yanked us from class and called the cops in to the principle's office because they swore we were on PCP (this being the height of the PCP era). She busted up UNDER INTERROGATION!! Again, I bore the brunt while she got off scot-free. I can't give away her identity, but I will say that she was one of the gals that got knocked up right out of high school and had a couple kids. Not that that stopped them from partying like rock stars. I wish I knew where she was these days...— December 13, 2009 7:32 p.m.
Ramona Zapata, In Memoriam
I find that hard to believe. Post everything you have. She is so much more than a photo. And I want to see her. Every picture tells a story...— December 13, 2009 4:06 p.m.
Ramona Zapata, In Memoriam
I know you do. You must, you being her blood. I LOVE that picture.— December 13, 2009 3:55 p.m.
Ramona Zapata, In Memoriam
Beautiful. Oh my God, is she.— December 13, 2009 3:45 p.m.