We'll make great pets.
So this is amazing. And barf-tastic. And wow. It's FML for Twilight set. I don't really know what that means except I like FML sometimes and I hate Twilight all the time. So.
My favorite is one about how "I asked my boyf to ice his lips before we kissed so it would be like kissing Edward."
Um. Yeah. I like kissing dead guys too?!.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Legalize it- Peter Tosh
And he was bearded. And it was grood.
I like how Boba Fett has the natty dreads!
Today is the day I drink my coffee and don't let stupid people I don't even like put me in a bad mood because they're dicks.
Also it's a day for walking at the bridge, decorating the house for Christmas, preparing for the 3rd Annual Wilson Holiday Throwdown on Saturday
(the theme is 'the fat man's looking a little lean this year...'),
and having a glass of wine with the ladies. I'm very much looking forward to it. I've been busting hump at work the last few weeks and it will feel good to relax with friends, although Thanksgiving was fairly relaxing afterall.
And don't forget to remind me to tell you about the time last night when my mom and I almost burned down the Heights...
I like how Boba Fett has the natty dreads!
Today is the day I drink my coffee and don't let stupid people I don't even like put me in a bad mood because they're dicks.
Also it's a day for walking at the bridge, decorating the house for Christmas, preparing for the 3rd Annual Wilson Holiday Throwdown on Saturday
(the theme is 'the fat man's looking a little lean this year...'),
and having a glass of wine with the ladies. I'm very much looking forward to it. I've been busting hump at work the last few weeks and it will feel good to relax with friends, although Thanksgiving was fairly relaxing afterall.
And don't forget to remind me to tell you about the time last night when my mom and I almost burned down the Heights...
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
i drew you a heart
So I never thought I would be this kind of girl. (I never thought it possible to stay sick for a month and not have mono or TB or pneumonia, so apparently I have a lot to learn). I have become, for better or worse, a woman who finally accepts and understands that I would never, ever, ever go back to being the girl I was in my early 20s. I actually like my later years. My girlfriends of the 30 set. We're so much smarter, and wittier, and enjoyable. Our beauty is insurmountable because it evokes experience. Our experiences topple mountains. My girls concluded that we actually feel sorry for girls just now reaching their 20s and the way the men we are around treat them.
That's not to say I would trade older men for anyone younger. But the whole idea of ten years is not something to toy with. We can go out and watch and smile and think fondly. How we now know what you never say to a man, ever. Laugh at the times when we did. Laugh at how desperately we thought we needed to be married. Laugh when we did finally get married. Laugh when we didn't. We look at these men presenting themselves to us (and by us, I mean not me, obvs) and they're never 20s anymore. They're always 35+. They have concerns with dating women too young. "I don't want a daddy-issues girl" a friend of mine was told. "Well I don't want to date my daddy," she told him back.
And then we look at these single men in our lives (of the 30+ range) and their choice of 25- women is just almost too much. The humor that is. I used to think it was all part of the He-Man Woman Hating Club, or whatever that is. Turns out the younger set, even, gasp, us, in our younger set are just easier. All around. To talk to. To have low expectations. To appear smarter, more handsome, more impressive to.
Now this is in no way to hate on my men friends. And it may just be the tide right now. Fall and duck and deer season. Seems to make manly men more manly. But we think it's funny how simply our expectations have changed. When I was 20, I didn't care if a guy had a job. Just how hot he was. And what shows he could sneak me into. Now, as my girlfriend put it, "How soon he'll get me into bed is inversely related to how near he stands in the bread line. I'm a big enough girl to know now that poverty is in no way ever attractive or romantic anymore. Especially when I can pay my own way."
I just wish there had been a way for the younger me to have friends in this older me set. Friends to help explain away the mysteries of men and help me figure out that it's never me. It's him. Ha! At least allow myself to be comfortable in that. Older women to smile at my "revelations" and wince at them too. To look at me and think, "those were the days?" But that would also mean that I, as this older set, would have to do the same to some dopey eyed girlf (girl of youth). Which I'm not. I just can't stand them.
That's not to say I would trade older men for anyone younger. But the whole idea of ten years is not something to toy with. We can go out and watch and smile and think fondly. How we now know what you never say to a man, ever. Laugh at the times when we did. Laugh at how desperately we thought we needed to be married. Laugh when we did finally get married. Laugh when we didn't. We look at these men presenting themselves to us (and by us, I mean not me, obvs) and they're never 20s anymore. They're always 35+. They have concerns with dating women too young. "I don't want a daddy-issues girl" a friend of mine was told. "Well I don't want to date my daddy," she told him back.
And then we look at these single men in our lives (of the 30+ range) and their choice of 25- women is just almost too much. The humor that is. I used to think it was all part of the He-Man Woman Hating Club, or whatever that is. Turns out the younger set, even, gasp, us, in our younger set are just easier. All around. To talk to. To have low expectations. To appear smarter, more handsome, more impressive to.
Now this is in no way to hate on my men friends. And it may just be the tide right now. Fall and duck and deer season. Seems to make manly men more manly. But we think it's funny how simply our expectations have changed. When I was 20, I didn't care if a guy had a job. Just how hot he was. And what shows he could sneak me into. Now, as my girlfriend put it, "How soon he'll get me into bed is inversely related to how near he stands in the bread line. I'm a big enough girl to know now that poverty is in no way ever attractive or romantic anymore. Especially when I can pay my own way."
I just wish there had been a way for the younger me to have friends in this older me set. Friends to help explain away the mysteries of men and help me figure out that it's never me. It's him. Ha! At least allow myself to be comfortable in that. Older women to smile at my "revelations" and wince at them too. To look at me and think, "those were the days?" But that would also mean that I, as this older set, would have to do the same to some dopey eyed girlf (girl of youth). Which I'm not. I just can't stand them.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
We're all here waiting for you to come through
A Radar Bros. kind of morning. Getting laundry done, pies baked for friend Thanksgiving tonight, raking leaves, the usual.
Last night's show was fun albeit long. Girl time was much needed but enough with the Deb Downers already! Sheesh my life is too short. I'd much rather spend time at a show, drinks on me, listening to how great your life is and you are. Don't feed me stone soup. I tire of that shiz real quick.
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