Few things in today's world are as soul crushing as looking around MySpace. And yeah, i admit, it's a bored chick-related maneuver at the moment; i feel like shit (hope i'm not getting sick, because i don't want to miss...i just don't want to be sick), & after the most interaction with my family i've had in weeks (my dad, call lasted 6:47), i need to distract myself. So expect rambling commentary or something. This is being written mainly because i'm bored & need to entertain myself, which makes it suck on purpose.
I could see myself dating a chick named Stefania. Just because i love saying Stefania. Like a sexy pasta dish. I do think it would violate the No Stephs Act of 2004, but eh, i could chalk it up to outsourcing or something.
Ever wonder why some people, mostly chicks ages 18-27, seem to just plaster things with their pictures? This isn't an indictment of anyone by any means, but at least people of the Myspace Age seem to forget what they look like. Scary prospect. Explains a lot, but still. Yikes.
People are aware that saying their favorite music is "anything i can dance to" is a tremendously flawed notion, right? I mean, yeah, this is me being a snob & shit, but if your only reason to listen to music to dance, then you should have your ears repossesed. Bah.
Man, people are a depressing species. Glad i'm not one of them.
And is it difficult for people to accept i don't really feel like drinking lately? I've had, in the last few days, several conversations with several people who can't fathom that i don't want to go out & get drunk. This was initially going to segue into a rant on HIV Negative Girl, but i think i can get more interest out of just saying HIV Negative Girl. Who won't read this, because she's not a member, so i can feel satisfied at saying something. Man, to think that THAT is the most interesting thing i have going on.
Actually, no, it isn't. I've been debating the whole "absense makes the heart grow fonder" thing recently, because in one case, it really applies. Like, a lot. To the point where i'm this close (you can't see, but i'm doing that finger thing) to shanghai someone to go with me to Ukiah (not just because of the ride thing, but because this will require moral support & things along those lines. Like that episode of "Wonder Years" where Giovanni Ribisi just has to visit his old town to see his old girlfriend) to at least take a first hand look at this whole thing. Basically, there's this girl, i'd call her definitely number two on my all time top five missed opportunities. Number one, by the way, is a single mom stripper in Boston, last i heard, but she wasn't when i knew her. Anyway, yeah, i think this is going to be a rough few weeks in that regard because ain't no way i'm getting this girl in any way, shape, or form. Which is probably good, since i have no idea what i'd do with her. Another of my common themes. But eh. We'll see. I'm working on it. That's how i roll.
Eh. Seems like after a point, when i really want to write something, i never can. Damndest thing.
The Who's Tommy is still maybe my favorite album ever. Man, talk about capturing lightning in a bottle.
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I could see myself dating a chick named Stefania. Just because i love saying Stefania. Like a sexy pasta dish. I do think it would violate the No Stephs Act of 2004, but eh, i could chalk it up to outsourcing or something.
Ever wonder why some people, mostly chicks ages 18-27, seem to just plaster things with their pictures? This isn't an indictment of anyone by any means, but at least people of the Myspace Age seem to forget what they look like. Scary prospect. Explains a lot, but still. Yikes.
People are aware that saying their favorite music is "anything i can dance to" is a tremendously flawed notion, right? I mean, yeah, this is me being a snob & shit, but if your only reason to listen to music to dance, then you should have your ears repossesed. Bah.
Man, people are a depressing species. Glad i'm not one of them.
And is it difficult for people to accept i don't really feel like drinking lately? I've had, in the last few days, several conversations with several people who can't fathom that i don't want to go out & get drunk. This was initially going to segue into a rant on HIV Negative Girl, but i think i can get more interest out of just saying HIV Negative Girl. Who won't read this, because she's not a member, so i can feel satisfied at saying something. Man, to think that THAT is the most interesting thing i have going on.
Actually, no, it isn't. I've been debating the whole "absense makes the heart grow fonder" thing recently, because in one case, it really applies. Like, a lot. To the point where i'm this close (you can't see, but i'm doing that finger thing) to shanghai someone to go with me to Ukiah (not just because of the ride thing, but because this will require moral support & things along those lines. Like that episode of "Wonder Years" where Giovanni Ribisi just has to visit his old town to see his old girlfriend) to at least take a first hand look at this whole thing. Basically, there's this girl, i'd call her definitely number two on my all time top five missed opportunities. Number one, by the way, is a single mom stripper in Boston, last i heard, but she wasn't when i knew her. Anyway, yeah, i think this is going to be a rough few weeks in that regard because ain't no way i'm getting this girl in any way, shape, or form. Which is probably good, since i have no idea what i'd do with her. Another of my common themes. But eh. We'll see. I'm working on it. That's how i roll.
Eh. Seems like after a point, when i really want to write something, i never can. Damndest thing.
The Who's Tommy is still maybe my favorite album ever. Man, talk about capturing lightning in a bottle.
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I still say we have the "Brother/Sister: Who Sleeps With Ivory First competition