Showing posts with label thought. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thought. Show all posts

Saturday, January 31, 2009

when food = sex

In talking with the ladies last night, I've decided I really want to date a man who will cook me dinner. It doesn't even need to be anything fancy. I just would appreciate the time off from cooking here and there. Listen up guys, making a girl dinner = completely hot. You are pretty much guaranteed to get laid with that move.

(FYI: this applies to most women...)

Sunday, January 25, 2009

hangover central

Several alcoholic things in my life are certain. Chocolate cake shots will make me blackout by the end of the evening. And as I confirmed last night, whiskey will make me barf my guts out at inopportune times. Don't even get me started on jager or peppermint schnapps... Blerg.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

mmm... salacious...

Why do I watch the ever salacious Melrose Place dvds (via Netflix)? Well, I'm not called a drama queen for nothing. :-P

Monday, January 5, 2009

out for a stroll


Although this was taken awhile ago, this is my monster [NIN] concert-going boots meeting with their first snow.



Despite their dominating presence, the boots leave wonderfully girly impressions. Who would've thought?

Saturday, December 27, 2008

If I hear O Holy Night or White Christmas or any other sort of Christmas music one more time, I might blow my brains out. Jeebus. It's not Christmas anymore dammit!!! Get the message San Antonio International Airport.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Friday, December 19, 2008

acts of kindness

You know what's a nice surprise? A random stranger giving you napkin at union station upon discovering a lack of toilet paper in the stalls. :)

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

you've just been LOSTed

You know what's awesome? Freakin' Lost man. I'm being psychotic and rewatching season 4 now. You don't even wanna know how many times I've watched the earlier seasons. If you want to start watching it, every episode is up on abc.com. Simply amazing, that technology thing is.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

trust issues

I don't particularly trust a man in a pink shirt. I know, I know. As a society we should encourage breaking gender stereotypes and blah, blah, blah. However, I usually find that men wearing pink shirts are rather douchey. And if his collar is popped, you know he's a douchebag. I ask you to point out a man in this attire that doesn't fit this rash generalization. In fact, I triple dog dare you...

Or maybe in the case of this website, I quadruple kitteh dare you...

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

dancing feet

To balance out that last negative post, let me tell you this. I love dancing. As such, you will often find me bustin' a move at random times when one of my jams comes on. One person dance parties are the best. Ok now. /dork

nye

I pretty much hate new year's eve. It's always a big fuss, and for what? My plans always end up being lame, way overpriced, I have to find someone to kiss at midnight without being punched in the face, and it's just generally a letdown. Thank god I'm going to a party this year where I can focus my efforts on looking pretty and getting wasted instead of hitting the town. I already have a feeling the person I'd be looking to kiss won't be there...

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

word vomit

God, I leave the most rambling, incoherent, awkward, lengthy voicemails a person could possibly leave. So much so that I consider it one of my trademarks.

Monday, December 8, 2008

seriously?

In addition to fast food and barbecue joints, skeezy strip clubs are quite populous in Texas. I mean to be honest, I'm all for a good strip club, but "Nice Rack" simply cannot be a classy establishment.

go cry some more, baby

I eat emo kids for breakfast. Fuckin' emo kids...

Sunday, December 7, 2008

eff this state

Texas sucks at life. Hard.

Prolific posting to return when I make it back to the midwest. I swear, Texas doesn't even have teh intarwebz. WTF mate...

Thursday, December 4, 2008

swingin' like nobody's business

I once learned how to Lindy Hop. But now I probably can't show you a single swing step. Oh, with the exception of a rock step. :P

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

bleh

When I get stressed out I usually eat a ton, but these days I don't really feel like eating. What I really feel like doing is throwing up.

i love you in the morning

Sunday by Bloc Party is five minutes of pure bliss.

...

I have too many blogs...

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

eternal night owl

I'd go to bed earlier, but I just get so much of my best work done late at night. And as I said before nothing good happens until after dark...