So I am such a freak. I am embarrassed by my freakishness. My face is red. And flushed. Because I have a total immature teenaged mandy-like crush on a virtual stranger. I played poker for like maybe the 5th time in my life on Saturday night. My brother invited some people from work and there is an intern where he works that came. And I love him now. I am so crazy. I figured he would be the sort of person who would have a blog and I found out, after extensive googling, that he does on livejournal but I'm not going to link to it because I don't want anybody to even know anything about him because he is sort of a weirdo. I guess I shouldn't say weirdo but he is definitely into some things I am not nor have I ever had the desire to be into. But he is also a scrabble champion. So you have to take the good with the weird. Anyway, I totally won the poker game. I won 10 dollars which is pretty good when you are just playing with nickels, dimes and quarters. And for the first time playing poker I actually enjoyed myself. Mostly because I didn't know what to do and my special friend was very patient and knowledgeable. And I was winning. It's interesting because I haven't really had these sorts of inane crush-like feelings for a long time unless you count coffee shop guy which I don't since I don't think he even knows my name and we never had a conversation that wasn't about coffee or the weather or my debit card. He does however seem to wear a lot of black a lot of silver jewelry which is not something I am usually into. But then again, he admits to laughing at the family guy in his blog so I can see glimpses of a normal smart interesting even boring person somewhere inside him that is itching to come through and I think I am just the person to bring that out. He might be smarter than me though which I have a hard time with. I doubt it. But all the things I am smartest at like, you know, words and stuff, like, he is like, totally really good at too, you know what I'm saying? And he is tall. Which I don't normally go for either. I didn't know he was tall until he stood up though. Then I became intimidated. God this post is asinine. I'm sorry. Next time I'll go back to talking about something that will make people more comfortable to read like my menstrual cycle or how much I love listening to gay singer-songwriters. I swear to god some days I can't fucking stand what kind of person I've become but it was totally unavoidable. You know?
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"I swear to god some days I can't fucking stand what kind of person I've become."
Makes perfect sense to me.
good thing you are anonymous because that was sort of a mean comment. The funny thing is that if you said who you are I would probably not be offended but as it is I assume you are my sister because she always posts anonymously and so now you are causing yet another rift between my sister and I. So thanks a lot. Anonypussy.
Or am I being overly sensitive and that comment wasn't meant to be hurtful at all but merely a dose of my own medicine?
Or am I over thinking everything because I am a little loopy these days?
I was just holding up a mirror. You made a "mean comment" about yourself. You should never say bad things about yourself. No one should. If you don't like something about yourself, change it, but never, never, never dishonor yourself in a public forum. That's rule number one.
Whatever anonymous. You are too much of a coward to even disclose your name, what right do you have to say anything on someone's blog?
So people shouldn't be allowed to express their feelings on THEIR OWN blog? Fuck you creep/ette.
wow, justin. You usually aren't that mean. I didn't know that was rule number one. Maybe, in this one instance, although clearly my bloggy friends don't like anonymous people, maybe just this once, we could be nice to this one anonymous person because clearly he (or she) has my best interests in mind. And you never know who that anonymous person might be....
Also, I actually commented anonymously on someone's blog so I really shouldn't be throwing glass houses at peoples stones. That is REALLY asking for trouble.
I'm glad you understand the value of rule number one and can appreciate the spirit in which it was offered. That's good.
This is an entertaining sort of game. I'm going to call it it dueling anonposts.
Oh, come on. My anonymity couldn't possibly be confused with his. Besides, doesn't Will post anonymously too? I'm not saying the poster isn't right, I'm just saying he isn't me. If it were me, there would be some reference to babies, like, why don't you hurry up and have babies with gothboy? You're always cutest when you're in love. That's why you were so cute during the 10-year Christian Bale phase. And you haven't been cute in YEARS, it seems to me. Now, stop dishonoring yourself in public forums. It reflects badly on The Family. I mean the mafia.
Plus, thanks for linking to btdv. We actually got some hits from it. You should link to our other somethingorother. www.zolita.com.
I should link and I would link. I am having an exceedingly hard time working today. And it could be Will. Will is pretty self deprecating though. And self absorbed. And it doesn't sound like him even more than it doesn't sound like you. (I didn't really think it was you, by the way)
You two girls are so damn cute I can hardly contain myself. You make my heart swell with pride. As it did when I recently reviewed the videotape of you two singing at my dead father's dead funeral.
"MY HEART IS FULL!"
P.S. Mandy, don't waste time. Your biological clock is ticking. Just call him up and say "I would like to have sex with you today." They always say yes.
Plus E-mail me a top secret link to his blog so I can be nosy. Please and thank you.
My lord in heaven you guys are crazy. I have no biological clock. Once in a while I'll have a dream I'm pregnant and then that's the end of that. I can't believe this post got this much attention. People do like to live vicariously through other people's infatuations though. I find.
and tenthly, I really shouldn't have referred to him as "goth" because it isn't a very good label at all. It was just an initial impression that didn't really pan out. So calling him gothboy would probably be offensive. Although dad did make fun of his black trenchcoat already so he is probably about as offended as can be after that. Did I mention dad was at the poker game???
Man, we waste no time offending, do we. Okay, I apologize for calling him gothboy. I'm sure he's a very nice man. Your friend, that is, not Our Father. Who is not a very nice man.
Never apologize. It makes you look weak and wrong.
"Never apologize. It makes you look weak and wrong."
Now there is some sound advice for a well adjusted life.
Is Aunt Tuney Baloney writing from a prison cell?
If justin is trying to pull my chain again with this anonymous posting like he did with sheila and rishi, I am going to pull his chain RIGHT OFF! No aunt tuney is not in a prison cell, but she isn't very practiced at sharing or apologizing apparently.
HEY!!!
Who the fuck is calling me "Baloney"???? I don't like being called Baloney.
That is a bunch of bologna.
And, furthermore, IF I didn't spend half of my life apologizing, how would I know that it makes a person look weak and wrong?
what's that disgusting smell ?
What disgusting smell would that be?
Oh apants, you are so adorably funny and charmingly naive.
and I really mean that... in the nicest possible way.
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