Wednesday, April 21, 2010

liking

The difference between liking and love is the other person loving you back.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

family

I love my family, but I need a break from them, not so much because of them, but because of the way being around them makes me.  They might feel the same way about me.

uncool

It's not cool to like "popular" music.  Apparently, if you do, it means that you are a sheep.  Nevermind if EVERYTHING else you do involves baaing and walking through the foot dip and following the other sheep around.  So, here goes: leaping into my own grave:  I LIKE Fallout Boy.  And Hillary Duff.  And Rammstein.  And a bunch of other bands.  It's interesting though, to me, anyway.  I don't really like everything from any one band, except maybe The Script and Hollywood Undead.  3OH!3 is also mostly good, if you don't mind explicitness, and sometimes I want explicitness.

Monday, April 19, 2010

bottle girls (explicit)

The more I learn about how the world really works, the less optimistic I am about everything.  In the unlikely event that someone I want actually ever wants me, he is going to have to work his ass off.  Because no fucking way am I wasting any love, any time, any effort, any emotion on some fucking shitbag who's just going to hurt me.  And who the fuck else is there?  Religious dudes are nonreligious dudes who lie.  Nonreligious dudes are fucking everything on wheels.  And I am not beautiful.  And even if I were, when do you get to beautiful enough?  Tiger Woods' wife is beautiful and he cheated on her, left and right, with skanky hos, half-hos, whatever.

http://nymag.com/news/features/65238/index.html

Monday, April 12, 2010

Musings

In Timeline, Lady Claire's brother is kind of hot, in a greasy way, especially when he kills the English dude "for France".  (Not the killing, just the way he says the line and the expression.)

And I like that she's not beautiful in an "omg" way, but in a different sort of way that's more capable and better.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

brick (ow)

Slamming your face over and over into a brick wall is NOT success.
Slamming your face over and over into a brick wall is NOT success.
Slamming your face over and over into a brick wall is NOT success.
Slamming your face over and over into a brick wall is NOT success.
Slamming your face over and over into a brick wall is NOT success.
Slamming your face over and over into a brick wall is NOT success.
Slamming your face over and over into a brick wall is NOT success.
Slamming your face over and over into a brick wall is NOT success.
Slamming your face over and over into a brick wall is NOT success.
Slamming your face over and over into a brick wall is NOT success.
Slamming your face over and over into a brick wall is NOT success.


and just for fun,(She's a) Brick House

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

morning randomness and the jeans conundrum

I am jealous of my sister.

I think she's prettier than I am and I'm pretty sure most of the people I've spent the last 10 years trying to be friends with would have accepted her in a heartbeat.  That might just be me though.

But, I'm actually glad I'm jealous of her, because if I weren't and she had nothing going for her, I would be upset about it.  And I don't want to be her.  It's just annoying.


And on another tack: Where the heck do curvy people buy jeans?  My waist is a size smaller than the rest of me and I'm tall and I cannot find a pair of jeans that fits without a ridiculously huge gap in the waist.