Aislinn the Albino Bean

Missy Elliot, philosopher extraordinaire
As I was washing dishes last night... replaying my latest obsession in my head (*I'm Hot* by Miss E herself), I was thinking about something that an old friend told me this weekend.
“Aislinn, a ti te pasan esas cosas porque eres una mamona.”
Referring to the naked guy incident. Me lo dijo, no para hacerme sentir mal (not that I would anyway), sino como un cumplido.
I have to say, there is some truth to that. And it’s not so much that I’m a bitch, because if you know me, you understand the nature of this behavior. Being a bitch is my shtick, Aislinn la mamona, es mi personaje, mi caricatura.
Si alguna vez has recibido un *vete a la verga* de mi parte... well that only means that I like you; si nunca te he dirigido una grosería, that just means that I’m too lazy to even care, or give a shit about you... What I’m getting at, is that I can cuss someone out and not alienate them because I fucking own it. That’s right, you gotta own everything single thing you do. You can walk out of your house lookin’ like a hooch, boobs and ass hanging out, if you own it, but if you don’t people will see right through you.
It’ sounds retarded, I know, but there is some truth behind the fluff... It’s all about confidence... confidence is the key to owning something... I can be a bitch, because I own it. I can fill my blog with useless crap because I own it. And I obviously don’t mean *own* in a material sense... what I mean is, be what-ever-the-fuck-you-wanna-be, just work it baby, don’t let shit get you down. At least not the stupid shit. I’m not asking you to be completely insensitive, I just want you to be a little more self-loving. A little narcissism never hurt anyone. Just don’t over do it.