Desire. Ask. Believe. Receive.

Now I feel like a bitch. I hate it when that happens. ;) We took a walk, drank some wine, and took a few pharmaceutacals. No wonder I was feeling the love.

My friend got herself r@ped in Mexic0. (I'm using crazy spelling so hopefully this won't turn up on a Google search somewhere. What an idiot. Don't get me wrong--I worked in a Rape Relife/Crisis Center for four years, I'm not unsympathetic to women who go through this. "It's never a woman's fault--yadda yadda yadda" But isn't there something in the manual of common fucking sense that reads:

DON'T GO INTO LOCKED BACK OFFICES WITH MEN YOU DON'T KNOW IN TIJUANA STRIP CLUBS?!?

Especially when you know that's where your friends go with hookers? Especially if you don't speak Spanish. Especially if you're disabled and absolutly unable to defend yourself. Especially if you're so drunk that you can't walk. Especially and not tell your husband where you're going?

So now she's been "depressed" in bed for the past week. Understandable. What's not cool is that she 100% got herself in this situation and has now been completely unable to parent her three children for the past week.

Fucking dumbass.