If I was, like, thirteenish,
I would have laaaaaauuughed my ass off typing in “Large Seamen”,
giggling to myself in relief from behind my parents’ PC after five grueling hours of unplugging & plugging in the internet because it kept cutting out during my high octane flirtatious convos via America Online.
Yeah, holla at SurfNSandGurlie.
She’s got the mint teal with yellow text on her profile.
Her “personal quote” box is filled with Fenix TX lyrics
& the “martial status” box
probably says something sassy like
“I don’t know karate!”
Just Got This Captcha On Facebook:
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THIS ISN’T JUNIOR HIGH, DON’T ACT LIKE YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE YOU GOT MY SCREEN NAME.
13 06 2009Once upon a time in eighth grade, when everyone knew everyone, it was okay to randomly send an instant message to someone saying, “Who is this?” knowing damn well you stole this person’s screen name from your best friend who had science with them so you could chat them up without the voice cracks and maybe even see some titties without showcasing your awkward boner.
But now that we’re in our mid-twenties and we all have new media jobs and are online all day pretending to be busy, when you instant message me, Dude-I-Met-Two-Weeks-Ago-That-Strategically-Commented-On-My-Kind-Of-Sexy-Default, I know my screen name wasn’t just magically on your buddy list, alright? There is no way. There is no way besides my Facebook that you could have obtained this information so you starting with, “Hey, who is this?” is like saying… well, it’s like saying a lot of things.
You could be a pussy. Yeah, a huge pussy. I don’t throw that word around lightly but when you’re sending me smegma like “Who is this?” I don’t know what else you expect me to think of you. You didn’t get my number, you opted for the safe boner-concealing route so obviously you either have a small penis or no balls, both of which leave me with little incentive to continue with the progression of exchanges that will undoubtedly be pursued (words, numbers, fluids).
Or you could have the mentality of a high schooler. Yes, I get it, you’ve been successfully smashing eighteen year old girls via Myspace for the past five years but I am a woman, not an anorexic aspiring actress with low self esteem that’s going to hop your bone because you sent me some kissy-faced emoticons after toying with me for fifteen minutes (“Noooo, who are yoooou?!!! Teehehe”).
Or you’re as socially skilled as a Michael Cera character with an insatiable appetite for World Of Warcraft in which case, I feel sorry for you and at the same time can tell you it wouldn’t work out between us anyway. I blog about porn and indie music, you talk shit on huntards while you’re PvPing after six Dr. Peppers and some PCP to make sure you really disenchant the fuck out of those weapons you’ve been acquiring all over the shire.
Are there shires in WoW?
Point & case, we really just aren’t on the same level.
You’re all about W2S and I’m W4M and yeah, it’s just not going to happen.
Good luck, I hope you meet a sweet Squishy babe that one-shots your heart. <3
Annnyway, the main point of this is I know I put my screen name on my Facebook. I did it so I could talk to people while I am at work. I am not dumb, this was a deliberate informational maneuver on my part so when you decide to use such provided information, be smart about it and just say, “Hey, this is So&So. Check this out:” and send me a funny YouTube.
And it better be funny.
Like really.
Because if it’s not funny, in three days when you IM me again,
I’m going to say,
“Who is this ?”
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It’s Not Just Accepting A Request, It’s Accepting A Person.
6 05 2009Growing up is weird.
Suddenly you realize your family is full of people.
PEOPLE WITH FACEBOOKS.
And after months of seeing the elders of my flesh & blood commenting on my cousins’ pictures and liking their daughter’s best friend’s status updates, it has happened.
I have received my first Facebook request from one of my middle-aged relatives.
Am I ready to accept them ?
In all their tagged photoed glory ?
I don’t know yet.
It’s daunting to say the least.
Who knows what kind of shit gets posted on their wall !
I guess I’m going to find out.
Worst case scenario, I find out my aunts are really running a prostitution ring out of the pink and blue guest bedrooms at my grandmother’s.
In which case, I could do a video blog.
Most likely scenario, they are just normal women who like Avon and Tupperware who are curious as to what I have been up to since I stopped playing with Trolls and wearing Tankinis and will be shocked to learn that my day to day life is comprised of waking up, pathologically making my bed, sitting on the internets for eight hours, writing unabashedly vain and trite blogs, having some twitter-spasms that no one on Facebook understands as my status most of the time (but I get off on causing confusions & wtf-ing people out so that’s cool), sending links via ichatz to EFriends, tricking people into reading my stuff on every social networking site known to man, going home and going on adventures that usually involve a lot of galavanting, good music, devilishly dashing men and dangerous drinking sequences (IE: wine then tequila then beer & repeat) to wake up the next morning and do it all over again.
Yep, that is my life.
AND IT RULES.
But the probability of my senior kinsfolk LOLing over my kitschy interwebzical antics or appreciating my RL tomfoolery is dubious.
The thing is, you can’t NOT accept the friend request.
Not accepting family friend requests is like not buying them a Christmas present.
Straight snubbin’ !
It looks like I have no choice.
Unless I want to potentially risk less Christmas presents.
(Not a good look at all, BTW).
So, I am going to have to accept them.
And they are going to have to accept me.
They’ll dig it or they wont and either way I doubt any of them will want to discuss Cake Farts over our next holiday dining experience.
Besides, if all else fails they’re going to blame my parents anyway.
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Twenty-Five Things.
6 02 2009Listen, I don’t know those twenty-five things about you because we’re not actually good enough friends to know these things about each other. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just the way it is.
I know you don’t care that I’m a Pisces on the Aries cusp. I know you don’t care that I love the smell of new carpet or that my favorite color is specifically mint-teal. My stories of the trials and tribulations of youth don’t inspire you. You would not bother to read about how I stuffed my bra in junior high until one day at the beach a wave hit me and subsequently I lost one of the late-80’s-pantsuit shoulder pads of my mother’s I was substituting for cleavage or how I was stuffed and left in trash cans at least five times or how my allergies were so bad as a kid my eyes would swell shut and they’d send me home ! It makes no difference if have to make my bed every morning almost immediately after exiting or that I have a reoccurring dream of being on a beach with the love of my life (tall, dark, handsome dreamboat [think Clooney]) and it’s sunset and we’re just standing there in the cover art of a Danielle Steel novel with the theme to Brazil is playing. It’s kind of like if the scene from Disney’s Robin Hood was actually people (with incredibly nice bodz) on a beach. Same feeling though.
I also love cheesecake.
But I wouldn’t expect you to actually read about these things, like take time out of your day to learn my first screen name was BlinkLuver1114 (1114 = Travis Barker’s date of birth).
You know, I should read all of yours considering you only have asked me to read something once and I have asked you to read something once a day.
Shit. I hadn’t thought about it but I’ve been pretty selfish. You guys are all reaching out, trying to be identified with in the internets too. You know there are twenty-five things that make you super unique and you want to share them.
So, since I refuse to fill out a “Twenty-Five Things” on the premise of anti-egocentricity, I decided to compile my
TWENTY FIVE THINGS
ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE
1. “Sometimes I think I’m too nice to people. But what really pisses me off is when people take kindness for stupidity. Let it be known I’m great at reading and stuyding people. I’m always right. Which is why I seem quite to most people at first. It’s not judging. Its just what I do. I study people. I People watch. So in short I always know whats going, I just like to see how people revel their nature. Dang did I let my secret out?”
2. “I have the world’s smallest bladder…I am known for how much I have to pee! haha”
3. “My favorite movie is Free WIlly! Go Figure!”
4. “Trends? Isn’t that just a bunch of people copying each other? So not for me”
5. “On Oct 4, 2007, I bought a 2008 Corvette for $51,254. “
6. “I have a piece of my ass on my hand from when I fell into a firepit when I was 13 and had to have a skin graft!”
7. “When I was little I was obsessed with the Secret Garden and I would talk in an English accent, put a wig on, and pretend my backyard was a secret garden.”
8. “i wore big sunglasses before they were in style…we’re talking like 6th grade.”
9. “My middle name is Veronica, and my mom always thought it’d be cool that people in high school would call me “Ronnie.” Please don’t do that, but now that I told you, I’m probably never going to be called by my real name again, I hate you guys.”
10.” I often go to places of nature (beaches & mountains) alone to read and write.”
11. “I have a third nipple…the doctor even said it was one.”
12. “i ordered the ‘Alaska Man’ catalog. It cost $22 and was full of old bearded men in plaid shirts holding up 3 foot long fish.”
13. “I like sex a lot……Im not one of those girls who pretend they dont like to be touched!!! Touch me damn it!!!!!……lmao Sex is great. Making love is beautiful….Im just saying….”
14.
I’m tired.
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