Hump day, lovely lady humps
Today is one great big public service announcement, or at least several smaller ones. And that’s just a fancy way of saying that I have nothing but random snippets to share.
I know this is probably a very obvious observation but I’m realizing that self-absorbed people are, by nature, unable to be self-aware. They’re so busy thinking how important their issues and thoughts are they can’t be bothered to realize their impact on others. Hence the too loud voice, the inability to hear himself say “like like like like”. It’s driving me crazy. How do you kindly say “Dude. You talk like an idiot” without insulting someone. Oh. I stopped being general and got a little specific didn’t I? Least I’m not using any names....
I have some advice for TV producers too. Hey, Studio 60, I don’t CARE if those two couples get together. I don’t even hardly care what the characters names are any more. BLECK. What drew me to the show was the tension as they put a comedy show together each week but now you’re spending so much kissy kissy/ are they/aren’t they energy you’re making my inner 17 year old boy (who’s raring for some action) ready to start flinging knives at the furniture. Get your head out of the book o’ romance and get to making funny!
And Lost? Man, I loved you guys, and you can tell the writers came running smack dab into that “crap, what are we going to do if we can’t come to a logical conclusion or ending to this show? I guess we’ll, uh..., write about... Uh. JACK’S TATTOOS! Yeah! We’ll write about that.” Do YOU give a rat’s ass about Jack’s tattoos? It’s so very clear that after the fall shows ran, the producers figured out they better negotiate an end date so this whole train can head in the right direction instead of sending each car off into it’s own story line (can you say “Hurley’s Vanagon?).
And while I’m handing out advice and info, I think it needs to be said: women do not wear thongs for their own edification. Oh sure, some will say “I LOVE wearing thongs, I feel sexy” you are lying like a thong-wearing dog. You are too shallow to admit, even to yourself, that you wear them for the mens of the world. And there’s nothing wrong with that, just stop lying about it. You make us underpants-wearing girls look bad, or worse, LAZY. I’m not lazy, I just don’t like underwear up my butt.
As you were.
I know this is probably a very obvious observation but I’m realizing that self-absorbed people are, by nature, unable to be self-aware. They’re so busy thinking how important their issues and thoughts are they can’t be bothered to realize their impact on others. Hence the too loud voice, the inability to hear himself say “like like like like”. It’s driving me crazy. How do you kindly say “Dude. You talk like an idiot” without insulting someone. Oh. I stopped being general and got a little specific didn’t I? Least I’m not using any names....
I have some advice for TV producers too. Hey, Studio 60, I don’t CARE if those two couples get together. I don’t even hardly care what the characters names are any more. BLECK. What drew me to the show was the tension as they put a comedy show together each week but now you’re spending so much kissy kissy/ are they/aren’t they energy you’re making my inner 17 year old boy (who’s raring for some action) ready to start flinging knives at the furniture. Get your head out of the book o’ romance and get to making funny!
And Lost? Man, I loved you guys, and you can tell the writers came running smack dab into that “crap, what are we going to do if we can’t come to a logical conclusion or ending to this show? I guess we’ll, uh..., write about... Uh. JACK’S TATTOOS! Yeah! We’ll write about that.” Do YOU give a rat’s ass about Jack’s tattoos? It’s so very clear that after the fall shows ran, the producers figured out they better negotiate an end date so this whole train can head in the right direction instead of sending each car off into it’s own story line (can you say “Hurley’s Vanagon?).
And while I’m handing out advice and info, I think it needs to be said: women do not wear thongs for their own edification. Oh sure, some will say “I LOVE wearing thongs, I feel sexy” you are lying like a thong-wearing dog. You are too shallow to admit, even to yourself, that you wear them for the mens of the world. And there’s nothing wrong with that, just stop lying about it. You make us underpants-wearing girls look bad, or worse, LAZY. I’m not lazy, I just don’t like underwear up my butt.
As you were.
Also, I have to say I'm a fan of the thong. It took me a while to get used to it, and I still have some granny panties that are grandfathered into my collection, but the problem I have with those is that I sit on my ass for eight hours a day, and most of the non-thong panties I have mush into my bum and are actually painful at the end of the day. I have some super pretty and comfy thongs I got at the Gap, and I simply love them. No lie. (Comment this)
hmm. thongs, perhaps I should give em another try. (Comment this)