A few weeks ago, one of my guy friends asked me how I felt about him. I could tell it took a lot of courage for him to admit his feelings for me. So I looked him deep in the eyes, and opened my mouth, ready to answer him.
And I answered him the way I usually answer things...with brute/untamed force. I punched him in the face.
Totally kidding, I'm not a violent person. I've never even punched anyone before. In fact, I never hit people, unless someone takes my hand and thereby forces me to hit them with it. I answered him with brutal honesty.
I'm not a brutally honest person, so this was tough for me. When I have to tell someone bad news, I do it lightly. I tread carefully. I beat around the bush until they bring their hands up to choke me for the truth. In short, I'm not good at turning people down. I'm not a doormat of any sort, but I'm careful about how I say things. Too careful almost.
Instead of being like one of my closest friends, who is the bluntest person I know, and who would be all, "Dude, no way, I'm not interested. And I'm sleeping with your brother" or something along the same lines of awesome, I have to sugar coat everything.
Anyways, all that aside, it's not like my opinion of him will change. He's still my friend and an awesome guy, and I will probably act as if nothing out of the ordinary ever happened the next time I see him. Also, no one will ever ask me out again out of fear that I will end up really punching them in the face next time.
Song today is Metric - Gold Guns Girls
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I fell into the twitter trap
I finally made an account after months and months of dragging my feet on the whole thing. I'm not sure how I feel about this whole twitter thing, I still don't understand the whole hype around it. And I know I'm totally lame because everyone else got one like forever ago, but I was never good at keeping up with the times.
For instance, I learned today "FTW" meant "for the win." I think I even used it once without knowing what it meant. Did everyone else know this? Why does no one tell me anything?
Follow me here. I'm not a snob. Promise.
And here's a comic I adore. Calvin and Hobbes always melts my heart.
Song today is an old favorite: Portishead - Glory Box.
For instance, I learned today "FTW" meant "for the win." I think I even used it once without knowing what it meant. Did everyone else know this? Why does no one tell me anything?
Follow me here. I'm not a snob. Promise.
And here's a comic I adore. Calvin and Hobbes always melts my heart.
Song today is an old favorite: Portishead - Glory Box.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Sometimes fashion gives you orgasms.
I have blogger's block like you wouldn't believe.
I never know what to blog about these days. So that means I'm going to blog about the boots I bought over the weekend. They're so gorgeous, I want to have babies with them.
Just kidding, that was a lie. I'm not going to blog about reproducing spawns with my boots, so please don't close the window.
Anyways. I really don't know what to blog about. All that comes to mind is this morning when my aunt asked me what language they speak in Italy. And when I was like "um, Italian", she was like "no, those are the people."
And then I was about to roll my eyes at her, but then I thought about it, and that sounds awfully like something I would say. Like this one time when I was in the car with my boyfriend and we passed by the Mongolian Grill and I asked him in all seriousness, "I wonder what kind of food they serve there?" Yeah. I know, I know. It's the Mongolian-fucking-grill. I realized that after some thought.
Sorry for wasting your time, I just realized that this post really has no point. I told you guys I have major blogger's block. I started reading week today so hopefully I have time to sit down to write a proper post in the next few days.
I never know what to blog about these days. So that means I'm going to blog about the boots I bought over the weekend. They're so gorgeous, I want to have babies with them.
Just kidding, that was a lie. I'm not going to blog about reproducing spawns with my boots, so please don't close the window.
Anyways. I really don't know what to blog about. All that comes to mind is this morning when my aunt asked me what language they speak in Italy. And when I was like "um, Italian", she was like "no, those are the people."
And then I was about to roll my eyes at her, but then I thought about it, and that sounds awfully like something I would say. Like this one time when I was in the car with my boyfriend and we passed by the Mongolian Grill and I asked him in all seriousness, "I wonder what kind of food they serve there?" Yeah. I know, I know. It's the Mongolian-fucking-grill. I realized that after some thought.
Sorry for wasting your time, I just realized that this post really has no point. I told you guys I have major blogger's block. I started reading week today so hopefully I have time to sit down to write a proper post in the next few days.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Maybe I'm just greedy. Possibly greedy.
It appears I have a significant issue with willpower and shoes, in particularly boots. It seems I’d be willing to spend my last dollar (and probably yours) on a pair of black boots that I don’t need.
I’ll stop short of saying I’d probably trade my future new born for a really nice pair but only because I don’t want to see it in print. This is why I shouldn't have kids (and probably won't either way.)
My rationality is that it's not like I have a lot of boots. Last time I counted I have 4 pairs, 2 of which I don't really wear. Because one of them are a pair of Uggs and as comfortable as they are, they are reserved for my super super lazy days. When you see me in my Uggs, avoid me because I'm probably a lean mean fighting machine that day. A force to be reckoned with and no good will come out of talking to me. And the other pair are these oxford booties that have a 4 inch heel that I nearly sprained my ankle in trying to run down the steps last year.
Anyways I haven't bought the black boots I've been eyeing yet. But I know I will this weekend because I have no willpower to resist them. An invisible force will pull me towards them, except that this "force" doesn't really need to pull me, I will happily oblige and run with the force. I've settled on a simple black pair that will never ever go out of style, given that trends keep changing and my bank account keeps depleting itself and can't quite keep up with my frivolous spending.
This must be what trying to quit smoking is like. Just don’t buy the pack and you can succeed.
With me it’s just don’t go near the mall and I will succeed. But no. How many pairs of shoes does one person actually need?
Song today is Sébastien Tellier's La Ritournelle
I’ll stop short of saying I’d probably trade my future new born for a really nice pair but only because I don’t want to see it in print. This is why I shouldn't have kids (and probably won't either way.)
My rationality is that it's not like I have a lot of boots. Last time I counted I have 4 pairs, 2 of which I don't really wear. Because one of them are a pair of Uggs and as comfortable as they are, they are reserved for my super super lazy days. When you see me in my Uggs, avoid me because I'm probably a lean mean fighting machine that day. A force to be reckoned with and no good will come out of talking to me. And the other pair are these oxford booties that have a 4 inch heel that I nearly sprained my ankle in trying to run down the steps last year.
Anyways I haven't bought the black boots I've been eyeing yet. But I know I will this weekend because I have no willpower to resist them. An invisible force will pull me towards them, except that this "force" doesn't really need to pull me, I will happily oblige and run with the force. I've settled on a simple black pair that will never ever go out of style, given that trends keep changing and my bank account keeps depleting itself and can't quite keep up with my frivolous spending.
This must be what trying to quit smoking is like. Just don’t buy the pack and you can succeed.
With me it’s just don’t go near the mall and I will succeed. But no. How many pairs of shoes does one person actually need?
Song today is Sébastien Tellier's La Ritournelle
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