This baby Shaylyn Ammerman was killed - her dad Justin Ammerman's homie Kyle Parker was arrested - this shit is insane!!! WTF?
Would YOU ever kill your own child??? WOULD YOU???
I think the dad is the one who killed her - his fb posts are hella shady!!!
25 March 2016
15 March 2011
Meh
The magical world.
It's finals.
Hate finals.
Wrote a review of Coppola's Somewhere for class. Bitches thought I was too mean in my review.
Fuck that. Movie sucked.
I work now.
It's finals.
Hate finals.
Wrote a review of Coppola's Somewhere for class. Bitches thought I was too mean in my review.
Fuck that. Movie sucked.
I work now.
07 July 2010
Now, I love to pee
But I hate when I have to do it before I can brush my teeth.
See, I have a very strict routine that my OCD makes me follow every morning and night. Teeth. Face. Urine. Wash hands. Washing my hands to be the last thing I do. That way, in the morning I feel like I'm greeting the world with clean hands, and at night, I feel like I'm going to bed with clean hands that won't make me feel weird when I sleep.
However, here's the problem. Sometimes when I'm getting ready for bed or getting up in the morning, I gotta pee. And it's like that really bad pee, where I can't wait to teeth and face first. So then I'm forced to wash my hands several times. First, after I pee, because not washing your hands after the bathroom is gross. And then again, after I've faced, so I can be off with clean hands.
Believe me, I've tried to skip the post face hand wash to save time and keep my hands less dry--doesn't happen.
My OCD hates me.
OH! But like, the worst is when I have to put like spot treatment stuff on my face. Cause that stuff smells bad, so it's once after I pee, once after face to have clean hands to put stuff on my face, and then once again to make the smell go away. I can't stop!
Damn you, world. Damn you.
That is all. Night night.
See, I have a very strict routine that my OCD makes me follow every morning and night. Teeth. Face. Urine. Wash hands. Washing my hands to be the last thing I do. That way, in the morning I feel like I'm greeting the world with clean hands, and at night, I feel like I'm going to bed with clean hands that won't make me feel weird when I sleep.
However, here's the problem. Sometimes when I'm getting ready for bed or getting up in the morning, I gotta pee. And it's like that really bad pee, where I can't wait to teeth and face first. So then I'm forced to wash my hands several times. First, after I pee, because not washing your hands after the bathroom is gross. And then again, after I've faced, so I can be off with clean hands.
Believe me, I've tried to skip the post face hand wash to save time and keep my hands less dry--doesn't happen.
My OCD hates me.
OH! But like, the worst is when I have to put like spot treatment stuff on my face. Cause that stuff smells bad, so it's once after I pee, once after face to have clean hands to put stuff on my face, and then once again to make the smell go away. I can't stop!
Damn you, world. Damn you.
That is all. Night night.
03 June 2010
I got far too happy today
When I found The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King Extended Version on DVD for only $12.
I've been needing this film in my collection since 2004.
I feel I should be able to get excited, right?
On a side note: Bitches need to stop dying. Not. Cool. And OMG! Betty White (sadly) will die next year. Know how I know? Here's how: Estelle Getty (2008), Bea Arthur (2009), Rue McClanahan (2010). IT ONLY MAKES SENSE!
That is all.
I've been needing this film in my collection since 2004.
I feel I should be able to get excited, right?
On a side note: Bitches need to stop dying. Not. Cool. And OMG! Betty White (sadly) will die next year. Know how I know? Here's how: Estelle Getty (2008), Bea Arthur (2009), Rue McClanahan (2010). IT ONLY MAKES SENSE!
That is all.
11 January 2010
10 Creepy Things I've Done in My Life
Most of you know my alter-ego, Creepy Sabba. Here are some things she's done.
1. Followed a car off the freeway to tell him I like his license plate. It said Jedi Knight. To be fair, he was going home the same way as me. I just didn't need to follow him to that one dead end street.
2. Stalked Chris Pine. Went to the coffee shop he always goes to; he happened to be there. Went to the stage door of the play he was in, without seeing the play, and stole playbills to make us look legit. Went back to coffee place later and found his apartment.
3. Asked Hank Azaria for a hug. This one is interesting because my asking for a hug wasn't creepy, in my opinion, but his response of "You're needy," made it creepier. But it's cool. I got a hug.
4. Followed a guy out of the dining commons to find out where he lived. Left my meal unfinished.
5. Facebook stalked pictures of the ex-girlfriend of the guy I liked. Looked at every single one of her pictures. Even looked at pictures of other people by just looking through albums she was tagged in.
6. Made my friends wait an extra 20 minutes in the dining commons and exit the round about way so I could find out this guys name. He was wearing a Star Wars t-shirt. We'd chatted about it. Didn't find out his name.
7. Grabbed my friend Kiarash's crotch. Just wanted to make sure he had something there. Plus someone double dog dared me to do it.
8. Took a picture with a random guy outside Ben & Jerry's. He was cute. Had to run and stop him to take picture. Look in my facebook profile pics. It's there.
9. Went into the dining commons after this guy so I could find out his last name and facebook stalk him. It was successful. Even got a picture on my camera phone that day.
10. Told the internet I was engaged to Kevin Jonas. Put it in our IMDb trivia. I got a facebook message from some girl and convinced her. Other girls were mad. There is a still a group of girls out there somewhere who think we were engaged, for the briefest moment, until he married someone else.
Creepy Sabba needs to take a rest now.
1. Followed a car off the freeway to tell him I like his license plate. It said Jedi Knight. To be fair, he was going home the same way as me. I just didn't need to follow him to that one dead end street.
2. Stalked Chris Pine. Went to the coffee shop he always goes to; he happened to be there. Went to the stage door of the play he was in, without seeing the play, and stole playbills to make us look legit. Went back to coffee place later and found his apartment.
3. Asked Hank Azaria for a hug. This one is interesting because my asking for a hug wasn't creepy, in my opinion, but his response of "You're needy," made it creepier. But it's cool. I got a hug.
4. Followed a guy out of the dining commons to find out where he lived. Left my meal unfinished.
5. Facebook stalked pictures of the ex-girlfriend of the guy I liked. Looked at every single one of her pictures. Even looked at pictures of other people by just looking through albums she was tagged in.
6. Made my friends wait an extra 20 minutes in the dining commons and exit the round about way so I could find out this guys name. He was wearing a Star Wars t-shirt. We'd chatted about it. Didn't find out his name.
7. Grabbed my friend Kiarash's crotch. Just wanted to make sure he had something there. Plus someone double dog dared me to do it.
8. Took a picture with a random guy outside Ben & Jerry's. He was cute. Had to run and stop him to take picture. Look in my facebook profile pics. It's there.
9. Went into the dining commons after this guy so I could find out his last name and facebook stalk him. It was successful. Even got a picture on my camera phone that day.
10. Told the internet I was engaged to Kevin Jonas. Put it in our IMDb trivia. I got a facebook message from some girl and convinced her. Other girls were mad. There is a still a group of girls out there somewhere who think we were engaged, for the briefest moment, until he married someone else.
Creepy Sabba needs to take a rest now.
05 January 2010
My Life in Constant Pain
My left, lower back, bottom wisdom tooth started bothering me on Thursday, 12/31/09. It is now Tuesday, 1/5/10, and it still bothering me.
I can't chew on my left side. Have you ever tried eating using only one side of your mouth? It gets tiring very quickly. Sometimes I need to take a break during the meal times.
I also can't smile without it hurting. I constantly look angry. Which isn't actually that far from the truth since I'm constantly in fucking pain.
The gum around my wisdom tooth has swollen, and possibly has an infection. This is what I think I have- pericoronitis. Seeing a doctor again tomorrow, so we'll see what he says. You'll never guess how I found this doctor. 1-800-DENTIST. I know!
I'm also taking inappropriate amounts of ibuprofen. 800mg here, another 800mg there. Perhaps later this evening I'll even pop a vicodin. That should be fun. I popped one last night. Everything got really big in my mind. I woke up at 5 am in intense pain, however, I didn't want to take another vicodin, and for ibuprofen to not make me sick, I have to eat something before. I wasn't about to eat at 5 am. My bed was so warm.
You know what Yoda should have told little Anakin? PAIN leads to anger. Anger leads to hatred. I hate so many people right now. People I generally really like. I blame my tooth.
So please, if it seems like I hate you, I probably do. But I'll try and not hate you when I'm not in pain. Except for that one bitch. That one bitch can totally suck it.
I can't chew on my left side. Have you ever tried eating using only one side of your mouth? It gets tiring very quickly. Sometimes I need to take a break during the meal times.
I also can't smile without it hurting. I constantly look angry. Which isn't actually that far from the truth since I'm constantly in fucking pain.
The gum around my wisdom tooth has swollen, and possibly has an infection. This is what I think I have- pericoronitis. Seeing a doctor again tomorrow, so we'll see what he says. You'll never guess how I found this doctor. 1-800-DENTIST. I know!
I'm also taking inappropriate amounts of ibuprofen. 800mg here, another 800mg there. Perhaps later this evening I'll even pop a vicodin. That should be fun. I popped one last night. Everything got really big in my mind. I woke up at 5 am in intense pain, however, I didn't want to take another vicodin, and for ibuprofen to not make me sick, I have to eat something before. I wasn't about to eat at 5 am. My bed was so warm.
You know what Yoda should have told little Anakin? PAIN leads to anger. Anger leads to hatred. I hate so many people right now. People I generally really like. I blame my tooth.
So please, if it seems like I hate you, I probably do. But I'll try and not hate you when I'm not in pain. Except for that one bitch. That one bitch can totally suck it.
01 January 2010
An Evening with the Persian Jews
Every year since my birth my grandparents have thrown a big ass New Years Party at their home. And every year, I've watched as the guests who were once so young(ish), excitable, and vibrant get older, older, and lamer.
Last night as we put on all sorts of fun music for them to dance to, they continued to sit there, as they often do, and I seemed to become the source of entertainment. I was there, on the dance floor, the latest girl of the marrying age, and I could feel everyone watching me--deciding if I was worthy of their sons or grandsons. I got pulled over to them a lot. Mostly to hear, "Sabba Joon, you look so much better now." Was I ugly before? Or, "Sabba? Is that you? My god! Are you going to law school?" Imagine all of their pretending-to-be-happy faces when I explained that I go to Davis and am majoring in Film and Theatre.
People I didn't know also kept taking pictures of me. I expect that those pictures will be show around their family and my parents will soon get the "Hey! You've got a daughter! I've got a son! Let's make them date!" conversation. It should be amusing.
Last night as we put on all sorts of fun music for them to dance to, they continued to sit there, as they often do, and I seemed to become the source of entertainment. I was there, on the dance floor, the latest girl of the marrying age, and I could feel everyone watching me--deciding if I was worthy of their sons or grandsons. I got pulled over to them a lot. Mostly to hear, "Sabba Joon, you look so much better now." Was I ugly before? Or, "Sabba? Is that you? My god! Are you going to law school?" Imagine all of their pretending-to-be-happy faces when I explained that I go to Davis and am majoring in Film and Theatre.
People I didn't know also kept taking pictures of me. I expect that those pictures will be show around their family and my parents will soon get the "Hey! You've got a daughter! I've got a son! Let's make them date!" conversation. It should be amusing.
11 October 2009
No commandment this time
Since I am the supreme leader of this new awesome religion, I will not only give you commandments on how you should live your Sbaist life, but my thoughts on things. You're excited. I can feel it. The only problem is I have now forgotten what it is I wanted to talk about.
Oh wait.
So I was talking with my six-year-old sister on the phone today. This is what she looks like for those who don't know.
Oh wait.
So I was talking with my six-year-old sister on the phone today. This is what she looks like for those who don't know.
Super cute, right? I know. Anyway, so we're talking today and I go, "So Navah, any boys you like at school?"
"There's one boy who's cute," she says.
I immediately get very excited. "Really?!?! What's his name?"
"S.I.D."
"Sid?"
"No, S.I.D."
Is this making any sense to you? It was this point I realized she was saying "S.I.E." Still totally confused I ask, "How do you say the name?"
"S.I.E."
"But like, do you pronounce it Sie? How do you say it?"
"You say it S.I. E."
This continued for several minutes until I finally gave up and said, "That's so cute! Awe, you're getting them boys Nai!"
"Yah. I know."
So basically, my first grade sister has got a man in her life. Whose name resembles something along the lines of S.I.E. Why I am not there with her to enjoy this is saddening to me. That's my cute Navah story of the day. Entourage is calling.
04 October 2009
Commandment 1) Thou shalt get rubbed. Often.
No, not the dirty way. Take your mind out of the gutter.
As a follower of Sbaism, one will get massages. Think about it, when are you closest to the higher power? When Andy the foot man is working on your feet and you fall asleep? Or when you're not eating for 24 hours in temple?
Andy wins every time.
So this is what you're going to do. Right now. Turn of your computer. Get in your car, get on your bike, get on your feet--and go to the closest massage place. Make sure it's not a seedy one. Sbaism no likeie.
Go there, pick the massage you want, and enjoy. Let the power of the Sba shine on you and make you a better human being.
And after that go eat some sushi. We'll save that one for the next commandment.
Ooo, I want sushi now. And Victor the man who rubs the ass like no other. I don't quite understand why Victor is all about the ass, but you know what, I'm totally OK with that. Things I'm doing when I get back to Los Angeles: 1) Hitting up sushi row. 2) Paying a visit to my favorite rubber at Phoenix Foot Spa. Yayz.
As a follower of Sbaism, one will get massages. Think about it, when are you closest to the higher power? When Andy the foot man is working on your feet and you fall asleep? Or when you're not eating for 24 hours in temple?
Andy wins every time.
So this is what you're going to do. Right now. Turn of your computer. Get in your car, get on your bike, get on your feet--and go to the closest massage place. Make sure it's not a seedy one. Sbaism no likeie.
Go there, pick the massage you want, and enjoy. Let the power of the Sba shine on you and make you a better human being.
And after that go eat some sushi. We'll save that one for the next commandment.
Ooo, I want sushi now. And Victor the man who rubs the ass like no other. I don't quite understand why Victor is all about the ass, but you know what, I'm totally OK with that. Things I'm doing when I get back to Los Angeles: 1) Hitting up sushi row. 2) Paying a visit to my favorite rubber at Phoenix Foot Spa. Yayz.
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