You suck. And he is awesome. To be fair, I don't care for their newer stuff. But Yourself or Someone Like You and More Than You Think You Are are my favorite albums and I love Back to Good. I won't change my mind on this. His voice is just so deep! Sigh. And centipedes. Guess who gets screamed for if the kids see one? Me. I don't like spiders, why do they call for me? Oh because my husband makes them wait for a commercial. It could disappear by then! And I certainly understand how creepy it would be to try and sleep knowing, JUST KNOWING, it will probably crawl across your face at some point. So I end up dragging a damn step ladder because you know it's high up. And good Lord, WHAT IF IT FALLS ON ME? I hate centipedes. Not enough to pee on them, but that's because I'm too busy running away when they start moving.
Anything with an exoskeleton gets a side eye from me. Anything with more than four legs gets a demand for one of the boys to take care of it. Arachnids must die. Away from me. Nope. No no no no NOPE. We had a double header today - MiniMe's team won the first and lost the second. My feet are so tanned and the strap lines are so white. Oh dang.
Totally not the same kind of thong tan line we were hoping for. Anybody else get really pissed when people don't return texts, especially if they were the ones asking what the hell YOU were doing? Civility is done. As soon as people got used to the idea of updating every moment of their lives for hundreds of people to see, it was all over. Other friend, haven't seen him around a lot, tried to get him out last night. He expressed vague interest in going out, never replied to the follow up. I go to the bar and he's there drunk out of his mind already, talking to some chick. Couldn't just fire off a text? No? Ok. Suck my anus. Makes me feel like a goddamn jerk even going up to him to ask what's up. I have to stop talking to people. This shit is just getting rude.
Agree 100%. For some reason because of the passive nature of texting, it seems to give people an excuse to let their inner flake rear it's head. And I hate nothing more than a flake. Or it allows them to lie and say they never saw your text or some bullshit. It's ruining basic friendship etiquette.
Happens all the time. Have a close buddy who is notorious for that shit. He'll ask me to hang out or do something and he'll never contact with me with details the day of or respond for hours when I reply. Is it on purpose, or are people just fucking out of it? And I love the line that they didn't see the text. Bullshit. Everyone has their phone on them 24/7. If you need to cancel or are busy just fucking say so.
Actually my phone is on silent 24/7 and because I get so few texts I will miss the few I do get simply because there isn't a reason to check normally. I have been invited out to do shit a few times this year, but I never even looked at my phone until I was setting my alarm to fall asleep. womp womp.
I have one friend who is the worlds biggest fucking hypocrite when it comes to contact, calling back or showing up on time. He's always fashionably late despite the fact he has no hair. You get in a text conversation and he vanishes from it like Houdini and continues it 12 hours later. Of course, show up to his house five minutes late if he's hosting the pre-game it's conniption time. Because you need a specific time to drink, embarrass each other with stories and say horrid things about each other's mothers.
So I sent my mom a Happy Mothers Day text earlier today and here is her response "First of all... you shouldn't be contacting me. If you last remember, I'm n alcoholic and should not be trusted. Can't figure our left from right and can't believe some have the nerve to blame their unhappiness on me as if I'm some kind of miracle worker people should not forget who they where or how they looked or felt before me. Greedy mfs" My response? "Awesome. Thanks for reminding me why I tell all of my friends you're dead. You're such an asshole." Happy Mothers Day I guess.
Right now I don't have a bathing suit line at all - I've got various lines on my shoulders from different sports bras and tank tops and t-shirts, then it's all white, then I have a shorts tan line and the quads are browwwwwwnnn, shins and the rest of my legs are warm, and my feet are lined up Jesus sandal styles. It's to the point it's tacky. Until this year - I start laying by the pool in April and by now have a fairly decent bit of color. I can lay in the sun (or sit/run/drink/swim) with SPF 30 and I still go brown. I'm going to have to do something about this though. It's gross.
That's tomorrow. Tomorrow I shall start the evening out process. Because this? This is just tacky. And embarrassing.
My mom said she loves the ipad we got her, but she really wants me to show her more love. Why can't I just bury my feelings and drug them away like normal people?
Looks we have something in common. Except my mom drank and drugged herself stupid, so now she's just happy anyone said Happy Mothers Day. I was planning on just texting her, but I wanted to talk to my dad so she was part of that I guess. She's lucky I said anything after she asked if she could walk around barefoot in the restaurant during Easter Brunch. I'm still convinced she has some sort of Alzheimer's or kosakoffs or something, she's literally a 64 year old woman who has the mental capacity of a 5 year old. Its fucking great. Not sure why everyone says she doesn't have some degenerative neural disease. Let this be a lesson kids, don't mix prescription drugs, alcohol and sleep aids, they will fuck your shit up bad.
I got my mom a bottle of perfume (same brand as one of the ones I have seen on her dressing table many times) and made dinner last night. I think I did alright.
I sent my mom a bouquet for her birthday last weekend, and called her from Afghanistan on Mother's Day. Good enough, since we're not particularly close.
I went to church with them and we all went to that place white people eat--I mean Cracker Barrel--for breakfast. She also carried the bouquet my sister arranged for her around after church and into the Cracker Barrel. A real lady brings her own centerpiece!
Time to vent: Spoiler Know what's horrible? Working a job where you do your best to do nothing but good, but get a constant barrage of hateful bullshit. You hate cops/LEOs? Good, glad you think drinking and driving, child abuse, narcotics smuggling, among other things is more important than the well-being of your family/surroundings. Fuckers.
Jesus Christ, my search for a morning news program that, I don't know, ACTUALLY REPORTS NEWS continues. Why is Morning Joe becoming The Today Show? They used to talk about real issues. Now they're talking about Man U. Which is fine if I PUT ON FUCKING SPORTSCENTER. Dear Jesus, Please deliver me from the mindless drivel that is morning programing. Surely, while you were hanging around on the cross, someone set up a HD TV and you were able to keep up on all the happenings, well, right up to the point you had a spear driven through you, or whatever. I need news. Not news about the hosts/pundits and their personal lives, mostly because as you taught me, I don't give a shit about others. At least not this early in the day. What did you watch? Was Al Jazeera around? Any good? Recommendations? Thanks, VI
Al Jazeera America is my preferred news source, just because of the overwhelming lack of advertisements. BrotherB - after his three visits to Iraq, and BrotherA - after a lovely vacation in Afghanistan - both manage to bury the rage the logo incites and watch it.