Monday, November 19, 2007

moving on

hey suckers--
if you were drunk at 3am and on facebook maybe you clicked this link, maybe it just scrolled by on after i updated this, or maybe the Heavens led you here. in any case, we are probably all done with this site, and have moved on to greener pastures: why, yes, we do like a good gimmick for our blogs... maybe next blog around we'll only post things which we wrote in english, translated into japanese on babelfish, then translated back to english.
actually, that sounds amazing.

Friday, September 28, 2007

teen angst.


it's almost as if life isn't worth living anymore. i feel completely as though it isn't, but i say almost because there may be something i am overlooking. but i doubt it. as a good friend once said, "life is a sea of shit." before, i thought he may have been exaggerating, but now i know he speaks the truth. he is wiser than anyone i have ever known. he was able to recognize what vile creatures we, as humans, are. i, for example, never accomplish anything good for someone beside myself and only cause pain or indifference...which may only make sense to me. and it's not fair for me to be around people anymore...i have utter contempt for everyone. and i imagine i'm showing it in one way or another. and if these people are happy then i shouldn't prematurely rain on their parades. they must realize in their own time how disgusting they are...or just remain oblivious to the fact. is no bother to me-it no longer concerns me. although all this was true before, i had something to keep my mind off of such atrocities. but now, it seems as though that, too, is falling apart. (the story of my life-letdown after letdown)*

good god. dramatic much?

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

i wish i could have found a bigger picture. if you lean back and squint, you'll see THE BACONATOR in its full glory.

wow. thats just so much bacon.

and, what the hey, while i'm here, i'll complain, too.

maybe my redcircle line should've just read "Dating," but that's just so obvious. and there's far more suckery going on than just my dating life, so i'd hate to limit my complainery just to that one arena.

Complainery. you can't tell me that doesn't have a nice ring to it.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

poor food choices.

ok, seriously. i know when i really want to eat something and when i don't. but when something is called the baconator, how can one resist? no human could!

so, i ordered the baconator yesterday and, upon the first bite, came up with several more appropriate names, the greaseanator being the most fitting. i could only eat about 1/3 of the damn thing before giving up. but even with that amount of "food" in my system, i was miserable. my stomach was so disappointed with me. especially after being so good on south beach. and then this?! the other end of the spectrum. and my stomach actually thought of leaving me yesterday.

i'm not sure that i could have blamed it.

Friday, July 13, 2007

a theme that i can't escape

When you live in a place that doesn't have its own parking spot, like i do, and where most of your neighbors don't either, parking becomes very personal. If i'm hanging out at home and suddenly realize, at 10 at night, that i haven't eaten dinner and there's nothing good to eat at my house, i'd rather go to bed hungry than abandon my parking spot. All the good spots are typically gone by about 6:30 in the evening, and forget getting a decent spot on Sunday evenings after dark. not gonna happen. And, it's all parallel parking, which has made for a steep learning curve for me, since my parking skills were minimal prior to moving here (thankfully, my roommate is a master and gave me an exceedingly helpful tutorial early on, and the bf has helped, as well). Often, though, perfectly good spots are destroyed by people not paying attention to how they park--not parking close to the end of the curb, leaving too much space between themselves and the car in front of them, etc. Going around and around at 2 am staring at all the places that, if someone just pulled up a little, making the spot a little bigger, would be perfect, becomes almost unbearably frustrating. that's why i need about 500 of these cards:
too good. i'm surely not the only person that has wanted to leave a note on a windshield admonishing the driver on crap parking? i probably want to do it more often than most, as i tend to be very judgmental when it comes to driving and parking. just had to share these.

Friday, July 6, 2007

making concrete a rule i've had for years

Living in San Diego, there's a decent chance that the strapping young lad with the short haircut hanging out in the Gaslamp is part of some branch of the military (especially if his tshirt is really tight). Granted, it's not an issue for me, since i have a lovely non-military boyfriend, but no matter how cute that little marine may be, no matter how muscular, or how precious his little southern accent is, don't fall for it! No military! Nonono. i've not dated a lot, but two of the people i have, have been militarily involved. both in the marines, actually. Aside from just a general approach to life that i can't really get behind, there's all the ridiculous moving and long trips abroad; plus, oh yeah, the chance that the person could get killed as part of their job.
no. military.

Friday, June 29, 2007

this is def t-shirt material

Amen, sister! i couldn't agree more.