Are you sleeping right now?
Where?
Do you have a TV in your bedroom?
What do you watch?
When do you see all these movies?
How come you're so beautiful?
When was the last time you were on an airplane?
When was the last time you were in the ocean?
When was the last time you saw the sun rise?
What happened to the Paris pamphlet?
Which side of the bed do you like?
Scotch or gin?
Red or white?
Zippers or laces?
Blu-Ray or DVD?
Mashed, whipped, roasted, baked, or fried?
Earliest childhood memory?
Death by fire or drowning?
Cryptography or Robotics?
Time-Travel or Shapeshifting?
Invisibility Cloak or Flight?
Chess or Scrabble?
Photos or Mirrors?
Blackjack or Roulette?
Jack Nicholson or Jack Nicholas?
Dublin or London?
Now or Never?
Black or White?
In or Out?
Yes or No?
Showing posts with label fake date. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fake date. Show all posts
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Passive Aggressive Response
BLOGGING: The Top 5 Worst.
5. Ironic comment-leavery: You don't gotta do that. Really. Is it strange not to want unpleasant criticisms of my lifechoices, my thinking, or my writing, on my own page? Call me a weirdo.
4. 3D-->0D Stalkery: If I made the mistake of sharing this link with you ages ago when I realized neither how personal it would be, nor how preposterous YOU would be, please don't.
3. Cyberoblivion: My own lack of awareness when writing that this particular here Diary is for the world's eyes only.
2. Cyberignorance: My inability to know who is going to read this, search this, memorize bits of this to bring up in conversation.
1. Ultimate High Self Absorbency Towelettes: Hey! Don't skim this looking for something about yourself! You're not in here! It's boring! You'll be bored out of your mind! My life is boring to you- and YOU. Are BORING. To ME. That's right. I'll prattle away all day about my fantasies sooner than write about those few dull hours I wasted listening to you bullshit about your accomplishments. So move it along, please.
Extra Credit: Why Am I Doing This Again, Anyway??? I really don't know. I am an exhibitionist. I guess. I like that lovely people and writers from out here are interested... I like that. Knowing that it's engaging enough to read sometimes. Makes me write more. But again- PLEASE- if you're a real-life person and any of the above objections ring a bell- just QUIT IT, will ya?? Or don't. Keep on keeping on...
...But know that I know you're doing it, and I think you're an ass, and if that's your passive-aggressive way to get on my nerves, this is my passive-aggressive response for you to F off. Cool? Cool.
5. Ironic comment-leavery: You don't gotta do that. Really. Is it strange not to want unpleasant criticisms of my lifechoices, my thinking, or my writing, on my own page? Call me a weirdo.
4. 3D-->0D Stalkery: If I made the mistake of sharing this link with you ages ago when I realized neither how personal it would be, nor how preposterous YOU would be, please don't.
3. Cyberoblivion: My own lack of awareness when writing that this particular here Diary is for the world's eyes only.
2. Cyberignorance: My inability to know who is going to read this, search this, memorize bits of this to bring up in conversation.
1. Ultimate High Self Absorbency Towelettes: Hey! Don't skim this looking for something about yourself! You're not in here! It's boring! You'll be bored out of your mind! My life is boring to you- and YOU. Are BORING. To ME. That's right. I'll prattle away all day about my fantasies sooner than write about those few dull hours I wasted listening to you bullshit about your accomplishments. So move it along, please.
Extra Credit: Why Am I Doing This Again, Anyway??? I really don't know. I am an exhibitionist. I guess. I like that lovely people and writers from out here are interested... I like that. Knowing that it's engaging enough to read sometimes. Makes me write more. But again- PLEASE- if you're a real-life person and any of the above objections ring a bell- just QUIT IT, will ya?? Or don't. Keep on keeping on...
...But know that I know you're doing it, and I think you're an ass, and if that's your passive-aggressive way to get on my nerves, this is my passive-aggressive response for you to F off. Cool? Cool.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Stop. Stop. Stopstopstopstop
I know what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna do what he did, I'm gonna say I've been meaning to ask you....... I know you don't do this, but.................... can you refer me to someone for that sedative thing that doesn't slow you down?
HA!!!!!!!!
I don't have the balls!
He changed my appointment to EIGHT PM ON FRIDAY.
Thank god I'm a little slow, because I never react to anything, because it doesn't process til later. I KNOW, it's meaningless, I KNOW. But Jesus Mary and Joseph. EIGHT PM ON A FRIDAY--
EIGHT PM ON A FRIDAY.
HA!!!!!!!!
I don't have the balls!
He changed my appointment to EIGHT PM ON FRIDAY.
Thank god I'm a little slow, because I never react to anything, because it doesn't process til later. I KNOW, it's meaningless, I KNOW. But Jesus Mary and Joseph. EIGHT PM ON A FRIDAY--
EIGHT PM ON A FRIDAY.
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