it wasn't the activities that made it interesting...although, sitting around while having a beer and talking about vaginitis with ten guys i've never met before was rather....we'll go with interesting to keep this theme of verbal redundancy i've seemed to commence.
what was particularly interesting is the following:
friday: told i was a sarcastic little brat by a guy i met
saturday: told i was a complete smart ass by one of the aforementioned ten knights of the vaginitis table, told i was insanely sarcastic by a different vaginitis knight, overheard a guy i talked to at the bar say "that one has got a fucking mouth on her"sunday: fill in more of the same types of verbage from above.
that part really isn't that interesting...i'm usually told i'm one sarcastic little bitch, that i have a mouth on me, and that i take very little seriously...that's fine. what's strange, is that everyone who mentioned it was enamored with that aspect of me.
say it with me people: what the fuck?!
talk about throwing a fucking wrench in my finely tuned machine of being a complete turn off in every sense of the word imaginable and every feasibly way, huh? when my looks fall short as being a deal breaker, i just award my star studded winning personality with the grand prize of my continued shitty luck with the opposite sex....and now that entire system has been shot to complete shit.
in completely unrelated news, i went off my diet hardcore style today...and i loved every fucking minute of that slice of chocolate cake. sure! i'll hate myself tomorrow morning, but right now my ovaries, my migraine, and my chi are all harnessed, aligned, and fuckin satiated.
and that's all i got. i've been a zombie all weekend thanks to this migraine and the most surefire partial relief of ambien and vodka, so i'll continue to spare you of anything going on in my wee little frail, feeble, female, mind.
oh! but before i depart and find sanctuary in a scolding hot shower and refuge in my glorious bed, i'd like to call your attention to the "read the entire post" link that may periodically appear at the bottom of my posts...as it does in the post below....yea, that's me being nice and not putting everything i blabber about on the main page. you click it, you get the whole verbose shabang. i've been using it for a while, but i actually got a few e-mails asking me what it was yesterday, so...there's the clarification.
consider it my gift to you....i care, and therefore i shield you away from the endless ranting, raving, blabbering, verbosity, and stupidity that flow forth from my tiny little hands.
no, really. my hands are tiny.
okay! i'm shutting up. promise!
23 comments:
You and vodka....
you Russian or something? :)
My ex loves the fact that I'm a sarcastic bitch...but he's a sarcastic asshole, so, there ya go.
Oh, and thanks for the link!
take pride in being the sarcastic she-devil that you are. thats why we love you.
you and 10 random dudes huh? im betting a n impromptu bukakke-fest took place pretty soon after, no?
and you wonder where they get the idea that youve got a MOUTH on you.....
you know its just like your sarcastic self to write about your sar..cast.....ic... uh.... self....
....... ........
tell me more.
It's cause you challenge them and put them in their place. Men aren't used to a female who can do that.
Good for you.
Now about that chocolate cake?
FUCK I hate it when I say your name in here.... Then I have to look all retarded and delete.
*looks in mirror
oh, wait.
Promises are meant to be broken. Happens all the time.
Don't be too quick to promise anything because, well, it would be tragic if you shut up... right?
I have $500.00 on you being loud and contageous... don't fuck it up.
You have one week.
I told you that was a desireable quality of your personality.
Damn, I hate being right all of the time.
Wes: where would you get a fucked up idea like that?
Aliecat: my ex loved it too...but then again he was a lying cheating son of a bitch. and no prob! hope you don't mind. blogrolling makes it way too easy to link people and not ask.
ThatGuy: you love me, i know. i'm still not driving to your side of the midwestern fuck basket.
Carlos: i'm more about angry dragons and washing the dog than bukake. and i always hang out with guys...i'm not female to them after about two sentences.
Johnny: just sit there and look pretty.
Kriten: eh. no one likes a challenge when they're trying to get some poon, though. ahhhh yes, chocolate cake. i made it, and it was rather healthy...i find adding yogurt instead of milk makes for one creamy fudgy lil cake
Em: haha you can use my name. i'm fairly sure everyone knows it anyway. so am i supposed to be loud and contagious? or loud and outrageous? cause i can do both, i'm sure. and no promising $500...that's like...a pair of shoes i want man!
Flounder: you are my yoda, what can i say?
if i sit back are you going to tell me more?
jesus killer.
talk about "from the mouth of babes"... :P
I can't criticize the bad mouth. I prefer women who don't censor themselves...then I don't have to worry about dealing with the shit that comes when I don't censor myself. :D
See, the problem is...we as guys simply want a woman that doesn't know how to talk. Men would be so much happier or at least I would. My Mom would kick me in the head if she read that too...
I think the issue is finding a place on the spectrum between snark and extreme bitterness. Snark and sarcasm = funny. Bitterness in the guise of sarcasm = unattractive quality. You have to be sure that you are potentially expressing the one while not expressing the other, as bitterness is death to flirtation and male interest.
The other thing to realize, Da Buttah, is that you aren't going to be for everyone, just as you aren't going to be attracted to just an average douchebag. So, don't despair. There are guys out there who love a bit of snarky, sarcastic goodness. Mine is one of them. He literally could not care how often I say fuck, but then, he's kind of a rarity amongst men.
*kicks Chris in the head* Just cause well since your mom isn't around :)
Okay I love your sarcasim it mixes very well with mine!
Johnny: if you sit back i'll laugh at your low hangers.
Shane: heart breaker.
Michael: or the shit that comes from when they get all comfortable and opt to not be all cute, and agreeable. least i'm ball busting and a shithead from the get go :)
*Kicks Chris in the chode* i can do that all day, if you prefer i not talk.
Trouble: everyone has their moments of extreme bitterness, and everyones sarcasm has an air of truth to it, otherwise it wouldn't be so, umm fun? i know it's not for everyone, but it was just shocking to me that the theme of my entire weekend was "we love your sarcasm"
Huneeb: we should double team Chris, huh? i heart your sarcasm as well :)
I'm scratching my head, wondering where in the hell you've gone, when - BAM! - I run across your new blog. Glad you didn't quit on us.
Yaay vodka. Suckage about the migraine.
What people really think about you is such a mystety most of the time. Few people ever tell you the whole truth about how they see you. Sometimes you get a rare glimpse when you catch them talking about you to someone else. Or, if they are massively drunk. They say in vino veritas, even if some don't agree. Don't know.
And, no, don't shut up. :) Please!
-N
Well I finally got around to cvhecking out the music. Nice choices. I especially enjoyed hearing Space Lord. I never knew who that was! Cool!
Don't mind the add at all, cuz I'm a traffic whore. Ha. Kitty kat's working on a template for me, so I'm holding off on adding anyone until then, but you'll definately be on mine
laughing isn't telling... so i can't get more that way....
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