January 2009
5 posts
You mean to tell me there are people out there who... →
miss-r:
It’s 2009, people. We meet up with people whose blogs we read in real life (okay, that was a pretty nerdy example) and reference our friends’ Facebook updates in casual conversation. Surely Google searching someone you’re interested in isn’t that big a deal?
If someone is sufficiently interested in me to ask me out on a date (this being Australia, land of the non-daters, remember), I...
him: did you see my new golf bag?
me: yeah, it really nice!
him: yeah, this whole section *waves hand around bottom right corner* is a cooler!!
me: holy shit!!! That's awesome!
him: yeah! It's the only reason I play golf!!
me: hahaha...sounds like a sport I need to take up.
him: YES!! It easily holds a case!
me: hahaha
him: Yeah!! and it has holes at the bottom to drain the water!!!
me: hahaha...that's AWESOME!!!
I forget how much I enjoy trash talking, until an opportunity presents itself.
Funny how I enjoy it more when it’s with men twice my size.
So I watched the Bachelor for the first time in...
seagull:
And I remember why I stopped. Holy hell that show. Is so. Motherfucking painful. To watch. Thank God my girl friend had it on DVR so we could fast forward through all the bullshit host talking and catty women behavior. Oh God, and the fake fake fake cheesy “yeah I’m the man” smile the dude gave after every car emptied. How can the public stand for such awful television...