If they can also add those godawful Twatter commercials I see, all the cell phone addicts in the world, skinny jeans, the word “awesome”, and those two evil klans to disappear, that would rule.
Speaking of that dreaded “S” word, I overheard that the Victoria’s Secret Fashion show this year (which, for all its kissy-face, hand-on-hip, visible hip bones predictability, still gets aired on national TV…that I didn’t watch because their shows have been sucking for the past 10 years) did some segment on which model does the best “selfies.” And you wonder why there are no such things are supermodels these days. That rumble you heard from above are the likes of Avedon, Ritts, Penn, and Newton rolling over in their fluffy soft clouds, laughing. They’re just laughing that those selfie-obsessed chicks are considered “models.”
As for that dreaded “H” word, I’ve decided to become positive with it (NO, not really), so the next time I see a word with that thing attached to it, I’ll want to go play Tic-Tac-Toe.
A year ago, I worked at a spa where almost all my co-workers were my friends, and thus I did a lot of Xmas shopping and Xmas card writing. This year, I haven’t done a damn thing. Maybe make some cards to my employers of three months, but I don’t have to worry about gifts this time. That means one thing: all this gifts and monies for meeeeeeeee!!!!!! And I’m making more at my new jobs than I was at my old one last year! Watch out, Mandy Moore–I’m coming for your Monthly Spending Like a Rockafeller Hor crown!
Since I still live in a rental home, as it was last year, the Xmas decorations aren’t extravagant, but good enough. My desk tree made of the finest colorful plastic is good enough. The lights I got from Goodwill is good enough. But my new tree topper?
Also, I’ve never been hot for Xmas songs. The only ones I warm up to are “Jingle Bell Rock,” “Xmas in Hollis,” and TLC’s “Sleigh Ride.” Let me know if Bikini Kill, Peaches, Motorhead, or Wu-Tang Clan have some festive tunes for the holidays.
Since I’m itching to get off my ass for a minute (I’ve been posting dreck elsewhere on the webs), I’m keeping this randomness brief (again, I know). I will say that if I’m interested in an object of yours you’re selling on Craigslist, and you don’t get to me in two days, and your reply is one long sentence (in text speak, natch) offering me the item without your name mentioned anywhere, I’m probably not going to buy the item. Anyone that doesn’t mention their names (at least a first name will do) in their initial replies creeps me. And if you really need to sell your item, why didn’t you get back to me right away? I need to go back to buying from professionals, like eBay sellers who sell me iPod cables that break off after two days. At least I know my seller’s name from the start!
I had a rare Saturday off last week (things have been a bit slow in my Napa spa job I do on the weekends because holidays), and I went back to my favorite city to commit some fun: San Jose. I got some donuts at Psycho Donuts, enjoyed the Xmas decorations in downtown, and finally went to the Rocket Fizz shop in Campbell. I pass by Campbell every time I want to go to the Psycho Donuts shop there, and I’m always seeing that sweet shop downtown. Here are some cool things they sell that you probably won’t see elsewhere:
(As a Scorpio myself, you best believe I got me one of these!)
$5 BBQ bacon lollies?!?! Take my money, dammit!
It’s discoveries like these that is the reason why not all of Tumblr is shit.
The Warriors are still winning, the Lakers are still sucking, but all of that doesn’t matter because this dude is back on the court:
Look! Even LeBron is shocked that Sasha Vujacic is back! And on a better team than the Lakers!!
But the big question is: Would I? (Again, in my case.)
Would you? The Lust Train I had for Sasha years ago is currently content at the Keanu station (with stops at the deGrom-Syndergaard station on occasions because hor). So it’s a no for me. Weird, huh? I guess I’m not as hard-up as I thought I was. You know you’re not hot stuff to me anymore when I’d rather would with someone old enough to be Sasha’s dad. That being said, it’s nice to see him playing in the NBA again. I expect to hear TV announcers mispronounce his last name over and over again, and see him make an appearance or two on Shaqtin-A-Fool this season, which is why I’m glad to see him back!