Since its Friday and my brain is still only half working from my insane ritual of getting obliterated on Thursday nights (til 4am) I decided that my disconnected thoughts need a home. Disconnected thoughts please meet Home (blog).
1) Ah, the age old question, "Why is the (work) week 5 days and the weekend only 2?" Thats bunk. (That's right I said bunk.) I dont get it. Couldn't we have found a happy medium and gone 4/3? I guess though that I would still be bitching if it was 4/3...its just not fair dammit. (The joke is on them though because technically my brain is only at work 4 days outta the week and I still get paid for 5...bitches.)
2) Why did I have to wear my scarf today? It sharted all over my black shirt leaving me looking like a serious cat lady.
3) Why do I insist on smoking a ton of cigarettes when Im drunk? Ok, this thought isnt really disconnected because I know the answer...BECAUSE I LOVE THEM.
4) Why do I insist on pre-tending to be a non-smoker? I smoke enough when I drink to count for the whole week. In my pathetically lame defense: I dont smoke during the day or sans drink. Apparently I just became one of "those people".
5) Is it weird that I love to pee? Nothing sexual, I just like the release...hmmmm...could be sexual...weird
6) Why do I care who reads my thoughts? I do...its sad. I just want to be heard. Yes, I have friends and family.
7) Yummm....I love condiment sandwiches. Some A1 on two pieces of white bread...maybe some open pit...those sandwiches are the shit.
8) Im incredibly shy in bed. Im so worried about pleasing the other person that I tense up and forget what the point of sex is. (Unless Im tanked)
9) I can eat a whole frozen pizza by myself. And still be hungry. (Nope Im not obese.) I didnt get to take a lunch today.
10) I obsess over the way I look so that I look as if I dont obsess.
11) I need to buy new underwear...I dont do laundry...hardly
12) I wish cell phones were never invented.
14) Im superstitious. (That word took me forever to spell)
15) Why am I more afraid to love than I am to die.
16) Why did I just have the frightening image of my friend and I drunk pyscho dancing in her car last night in the bar parking lot for 20 minutes before we went in? Nice.
17) When I drive and Im listening to a good song, I pretend Im "the girl" in the video or like the lead , gorgeous, sought-after, good girl character in a movie. I even play back things in my mind slow-mo as if someone could actually see my thoughts...well duh...I mean...people are watching me in the video or movie and the camera can always flash back to my thoughts...DUH.
18) I never liked ace ventura pet detective. I thought it was ridiculous and only pretended to enjoy that movie because everyone else did. And the second one...just shoot me now.
Ok I need to stop, I realize this could go on forever...I have to like do... something.
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7 comments:
really, i do love you too. and yes, i do wish.
also, i've linked to you out of my blog (a real honor). if you want it taken down, email me at dave111177@gmail.com
Sorry, but I have to blow the gay pick up line whistle at you, my man.
Why would she email you if she wanted you to take down the link? Couldn't she just leave a comment if it bothered her that much?
Well, if she sends you a msg after that "tricky" maneuver to email you, feel priveleged b/c she is hot.
My man, this is the internet. You can't pick people up here. But the fact you own a gay pickup line whistle is kinda funny. Good luck with that.
If I can pick up a girl in church, then I think people have picked each other up on the internet. Besides, I don't think there's any place that a guy hasn't tried to pick up a girl.
But you go ahead and pretend like you're not hitting on anyone.
wow. look at the male ago fly.
anyway. you and are way to much alike. seriously.
I've read Da Buttah's blog, not as much as I used to. But if her blog is any indicator of how she is in real life, you are really nothing like her.
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