Tuesday

Ode to the Marina Girl

Before moving to the Marina, otherwise known aslahr land where ex frat and sorority girls go to retire and live off their trust funds, I came across this poem on Craigslist, while looking for an apartment in the area. I never grew into a Marina Girl over the years (still awaiting the trust fund). I do however sport the lululemon sweat pants on days when I'm definately not working out nor plan to. As I
sit at Balboa Cafe on Saturday, it got me thinking....since I'm no longer 23 and not get 31, am I a Puma (aka cougar in training)? Based on Friday morning's wake up, yet again with Plaid Shirt Guy (age 24? Dead God let's at least hope for 24!), butt naked, I'm going to have to say Pumas: 2 Cougars: 0. Thank you kid for breakfast?


Ode to the Marina Girl


Designer sweats and Jamba Juice
Big black glasses, little white caboose
You can drink like a fish and snort fat lines
Perry's on Sunday has half priced wine!

You were always at Safeway strolling the aisles
Marina girls grew on me after a while
Tight black pants, and perky little tits
No more Haight chicks with hairy pits

With an LV bag and a little yappy mutt
For some drinks at the wine bar, you let me put it in your butt
We partied and screwed, we had a great time
I hope you enjoyed ingesting my slime

We had a good run, I'd recommend you to all
However, I'm moving on to a new girl this fall
You've made the most of your time on top
Alas, all good things must eventually stop

At twenty-three you owned this town
But at thirty-one I'm leaving you aground
But, if you run, you jog, you avoid the buffet
I'll see you in a few years at Balboa Cafe
Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

My Future Ex Husband

My Future Ex Husband: Tucker Max --- About us: San Francisco, bay area raised Catholic school girls dishing about the single life and how it all goes down. Occasional appearances by Ghost Writers, the girls crazy enough to be friends with us, with accounts crazier than ours.

The Truth:
We’re really good at getting what we want, partly because of our God given gift of persuasiveness and also years of practice perfecting our craft. We are also very competitive (especially with each other) and we don’t play fair. This is what happens when you’ve been friends for 16 years and lived next door to eachother. For the better part of our adolescence we were attached at the hip. We also come from very similar backgrounds; we are both the mutts of Asian and Caucasian parents. Therefore, we’re pretty much sisters, and fucking gorgeous. And the best thing about being family is that no matter how much you fuck up, the other one still has to love you (although I think this swings a little more in Greedy Greedy’s favor than mine).