Saturday, May 7, 2011

DEALBREAKERS

Shit you guys, this was supposed to be my way of keeping up with blogging, and I blew it. My bad. Anyway, this week in dealbreakers:

You Treat Me Like Shit And Make Me Think I'm Crazy When I Call You Out On It

I think this one goes hand in hand with the whole Nice Guy thing, which is quite possibly the worst adage of all time. You are not a nice guy; most human beings are assholes. I don't go around calling myself a ~nice girl, even though I'm not particularly horrible to men, because I know I can be an asshole, and I know that I have done some not-so-nice things. Seriously how did the whole Nice Guy thing start? Guys who actually say that about themselves are bigger assholes than the actual assholes for acting like they're so god damn pious. Shut. Up.


ANYWAY, a lot of guys (and girls) do this, and sometimes its so subtle you won't even notice it until much later. I've never dated a guy who straight up treated me like shit, because I think I have enough self respect to not stand for that. I have, however, found myself in situations where I'm left wondering why I'm so miserable after spending time with someone I should be happy with. So then when you finally decide to call him out on something like not wanting to meet your friends ONE TIME for like, 5 minutes he's like, "wait what? You know I have to be somewhere." Then you're like "uh why are you even here then" and he's like, "because you said you wanted to hang out so I came to see YOU. I have to go deliver some drugs now, are you coming or not?" And then you start to feel bad because he did go a whole 3 miles out of his way to come get you. So then you convince yourself that its totally normal to leave 10 of your friends in your apartment because he really needs to get to Santa Monica in the next 20 minutes. You even find yourself defending him to your friends when they give you quizzical and disappointed looks, and forget you ever tried to confront him about anything. I am forever Kelly Kapoor.




Friends don't let friends date Dennis Duffys.



Friday, May 6, 2011

Basketball?


imamodrocker 9:39 pm
also the coach
hit one of the players!
i think thats rude

sayitifyouwant 9:39 pm
whgat??
nuh uh

imamodrocker 9:40 pm
yeahh
pau?
is that one
is that a laker?

sayitifyouwant 9:40 pm
the tall white one

imamodrocker 9:40 pm
yeah

sayitifyouwant 9:40 pm
haha pau is that one


imamodrocker 9:40 pm
yeah. so glasses hit him!

sayitifyouwant 9:41 pm
dick

imamodrocker 9:41 pm
i know i felt so bad
i didnt think that was nice. hes just trying his best

My McCartney

It has just come to my attention that Sir Paul McCartney--and my favorite Beatle--has just been engaged to his long time girlfriend Nancy Shevell. Who really cares what her name is though, right? While it is true that I actually don't want to marry a man so close to the age of 70 (to be fair he does look great for 68), the idea of marrying Paul the Beatle, Paul the Wings member, even Paul the Ram or McCartney was always in my the back of my dreams from when I was a little girl watching A Hard Day's Night every other day when I came home after preschool. He was absolutely perfect!

Adorable haircut


Precious smile


Great Dresser


Clean face (and public persona)


British accent


Wonderful voice


I was such a fan of him and Linda that I didn't even mind he was off the market. I also really appreciated the fact that she was American, giving all of us girls a chance at our respective British crushes. She was also a fantastic photographer.

Whoever this new lady is, she is definitely no Linda, but at least she'll be better than Heather Mills...and hopefully not a gold digger...also hopefully with two legs. What ever happened to that baby they had also?

No more heartache for Paul please!