Tuesday, July 31, 2012
-"That's hot" was only a fad for Paris Hilton. Get it TFO!
-Mini skirts with leggings. EPIC. You can wear tiny skirts and still do cartwheels.
-Skinny jeans. BEST. THING. EVER. Shouldn't have gone away in the 80s... Shouldn't go now.
-iPods. How exactly is the best thing to ever happen to music a fad?
-Wide skate shoes with fat laces. I LMAO a little at this.
Everything else can suck it. The 2000s suuuuuuucked.
Monday, July 30, 2012
This month has been nothing but sweaty nasty bad luck. I'm over it. August is where it's at. I once wanted to make my own calender with like 60 holidays in August. It bummed me out that August has no holidays in it.
I propose we rename August "Holiday" and make it a national holiday. Need it to get over July. Stupid Dog Days.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
I noticed that I post on Facebook A LOT about doing laundry. So I thought I'd give you a play by play of just part of my exiting week to show you why.
Check for internet. There is none.
Think. Decide to pick fruit, step outside, decide against molten wasteland.
Think. Think. Think. (Winnie the Pooh reference)
Stare at laundry pile.
Attempt to hang out with someone. Fail.
Watch boyfriend play Diablo.
Same as Sunday.
Same as Monday except I'm fed up with life and not having a car or a phone, and decide to take it out violently on the giant pile of laundry taunting me from the closet.
Alas. What will I do when I'm caught up?
Anyway, laundry is basically the only thing that's not disappointing as hell. No one can/will take it from me.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
I have quite a few unnatural fears. I'm not afraid of snakes, spiders, rodents, none of that wussy stuff. My fears are hardcore.
-Bathrooms. I hate going to the bathroom alone. Most of this is due to the fact that I have a huge phobia of
-Mirrors. I can't stand in front of a mirror for any extended period of time. I feel like something is going to pull me in, or come out...
-Deep Water. As much as I deeply love and admire sharks, I absolutely fear them. It's not just sharks though. It's the idea that I'm going to be pulled under, be it by giant squid or ghost or whatever.
So there you have it. My deepest fears.
Laugh with me.
5. Old people never shut up about it. Last summer olympics all I heard about was the 70s and how people could run back then. Don't care.
4. There is always some ridiculous scandal.
3. There is no figure skating.
2. Regular scheduled programming becomes a faded bitter memory.
1. Gymnastics is the only thing I watch and I always seem to miss it. Sigh.
"You're gonna take a chance and say we're good? I'm gonna take a chance and say we're garlic!"
"It's empty?! I was pretty sure it had something in it at one point in time!"
"I sound like a robot."
"I don't know who's been talking to you but it hasn't been me..."
"I totally want to eat that dog, but I'm not going to."
Our dog, Buster, is literally singing Wild Ones. You know. Flo Rida and Sia? It's a trip and a half. I don't know whether to be scared or freaking impressed. He continues to sing The Fighter by Gym Class Heroes. Of course. The second I can show another human being, he tires of whining for pets.