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[Mar. 13th, 2006|08:49 pm] |
I tried to think of a really witty way to open this post about Scrabble, but truth be told I am at a loss for words. (Yes, absolutely, bad pun intended.) But seriously, folks, after watching Word Wars tonight I realized just how limited of a vocabulary I have. Did you know that there are at 27 Q without U words out there? Anyhow, this was a great documentary about die-hard scrabble players and their passion for um...winning words. And with that last statement I've just come to the conclusion that in a past life I was that uncle with long ear hair who always told really corny jokes at family reunions. Dammit. Whatever, I'm better at the crossword puzzles anyway.
One of the best things about a job where you're on the computer all the time are the links that get passed around. This one isn't as good as "Popozao" but I was laughing so hard at work I was crying. I may have been an old geezer in my past, but I'm going to be one of those crazy old stinky cat ladies in the future. And, yes, and I am presently one of those cubicle-internet-surfing office geeks. MEOW!
And if you're not into word games or felines then how about dead people? I'm reading a very interesting book about human cadavers: Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers. It's a damn good read so far. I'm actually contemplating donating my body to science. Why does that last line sound so terribly narcissistic?
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| HAW HAW |
[Mar. 2nd, 2006|11:01 pm] |
I cannot stop listening to the Dixie Chicks.
I caught a snippet of Oprah and learned that narcissism is deadly.
I can't wait for the new cycle of America's Next Top Model.
I am a hater of the "constant guffaw." Laughter should have some variation: a giggle here, a snicker there, a twitter twice, a shotgun once and only once. A constant guffaw is like reading an email from someone who only knows how to show their enthusiasm through exclamations points: It's great!!!! I love it!!! It will be so much fun!! Yes!!! Come over!!! I had such a good time last night! He is so nice!!! Bye!
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| Betty |
[Feb. 26th, 2006|01:41 pm] |
I had a great three days in Whistler snowboarding with some old friends. I learned that I'm a sucky snowboarder. I have a bruise on my butt that looks like Italy. And I sprained my wrist. Of course, a weekend is never complete without at least one embarrassing moment:
Laura swooshes down the mountain. Kid falls in front of Laura. Laura skids to a complete stop--on flat land. Laura cannot move unless she unstraps a leg and scoots along. Mountain security are standing around watching her because they are soon closing the mountain. They are probably laughing at her. One guy walks over and asks if she wants a push. She grudgingly agrees. He tells Laura to sit down and strap in and then extends a hand to help her up. Laura makes it up...and falls straight back down...on her face. Laura is relieved that she has goggles on. Laura comes to terms with the fact that she is a poser.
In order to balance out the snow with a bit of warmth I thought I'd share some pictures of my sister and I with my obachan and my mom in Okinawa. We decided to get a little bit cheesy and take some traditional pictures in Okinawan get-up. Uchina power! The best part was hair and make up. Believe it or not that is our real hair. Underneath our hair they put a few "extenders" to make our hair puff out a bit more, but most of it's ours. Sorry but the pictures aren't the best quality. Disposable camera.
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[Feb. 12th, 2006|08:49 pm] |
I had a very weird weekend despite not doing much at all. I'll break it
down by telling you all that I have no life right now and pretty
much stuck to myself this weekend. I spent all of Saturday shopping for
"necessities" and home decor. I must say I am highly disappointed by the choices of shower
curtains they have these days. That day ended up being a tad bizarre
because I had a stalker at Goodwill. I first noticed when I was trying
to decide which aisles to go down. I would start to go down an aisle,
change my mind, and continue walking along the sides. I soon discovered
that this guy on the other side of the aisles was doing the exact same
thing. So I tried to get away from him by turning around really fast
and walking kind of crazy all up and down the side of the aisles.
Finally I found my sister and told her what was going on. He actually
stopped right next to us and just kind of pretended to look at other
stuff. My sister said it would have been funny if we started following
him around Goodwill. Then maybe this story would be much more amusing.
While "climbing" and "mastering" stairs at the gym today I saw a guy I
briefly dated in college. My first reaction was to run and hide.
However, this is pretty difficult when, in order for you to reach your
goal, you have to stay in one place. Why lowering my head and not
making eye contact was a good idea at the time:
1. While we dated my roomate and friend had a big crush on him. It was a messy triangle of sorts. Not good.
2. I let him read a horrendous poem I wrote during college. It sucked
so hard I still get embarrassed thinking about it. *shudder* What's
worse is that I read his poetry and it was actually good. (I don't hand
out poetry compliments easily.)
3. What if he didn't remember me? What if I looked him square in the
face and nothing registered. Worse even, what if he remembered me as
the girl who wrote that really bad poem about the a boy/heart being
like a book? Yes, you read right. And it rhymed. This is why I no longer write poetry.
And since my last few posts have been non-picture and noncrafty, here's
a few of my house. Sorry for the folks who have absolutely no interest
in home decor or my abode.
The walls were painted when I first
lived in this house years ago. The couch was something that my sister
got from some moving friends. That little bench that works as our foot
rest/coffee table is something I picked up at a second hand store for
20 bucks (a steal). That plant is dying. And that painting is something
I also found at a second hand store. It's pretty funny because a few
years ago I was walking along the streets of Tokyo and spotted that
exact painting in a hair salon.
 
 
The fabulous table and chairs aren't actually ours. They're on loan
right now from my sister's awesome best friend ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) kleinekatze . The yellow kitties are
salt and pepper shakers that my sister found at a second hand store.
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[Feb. 7th, 2006|11:20 pm] |
I feel like such a boring person lately. Feeling boring is worse than feeling sad. Oh, geez. Someone smack me.
Tonight I read an article about Manolo Blahnik in the New Yorker while
doing the Stairmaster at the Y. How ridiculously pretentious is that?
In fashion news: panties are "in" this season.
If you haven't already seen the K-Fed video of him listening to own horrific single "Popozao" you're in for a delicious treat.
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| Sex with you is like touchin' Grizzly bear poop |
[Feb. 1st, 2006|08:02 pm] |
I got four responses to the Sex Wit You is like...
1. Winnin the goddam lottery kleinekatze
2. A snow day when you're little
3. Sippin' on pina coladas on a white beach on the South side of Costa Rica emigirl
4. Changing into your pajamas and slippers after a long day at work beebaa
Here are mine:
Poppin a zit. (Oh, come one. You know it feels good.)
Shoving my feet into hot sand.
Moving right along, I'd like to recommend a documentary I saw this week: Grizzly Man.
It's about a dude (and I do mean "dude") named Timothy Treadwell, who
decides it'd be fun to document his 13 summers amongst the Alaskan
grizzly bears. Year 13 proves to be fatal, but I'm not giving anything
away by telling you this. Basically it's like watching a bi-polar
children's show host trying to romp about with wild animals. There are
some truly wonderful moments like when he squats down to examine bear
feces and exclaims,"It's her poop! Do you see that? It's still warm. It
came from inside her. It's her poop! Oh! This was inside her! Just look
at it!" Or the fiery moment he decides to curse the gods for not making
enough rain to fill up the rivers for his bear friends, "GOD, F**K YOU!
WHAT'S WRONG WITHYOU. YOU S**T. ALLAH, HINDU
WHATEVERICAN'TBELIEVEHWHATDOYOUTHINKYOU'REDOINGIT'SNOTFAIRYOU
*&^%#(*&%%$$^&&^%$, IT'S NOT FAIR YOU
*&^%$%^^*^*&*.
Whether you want to call him passionate or just plain old crazy with a
side of looney is up to you. My sister and I haven't been able to
stop talking about it and mimicking Mr. Treadwell's constant
declarations of love.
I love you. I love
you. I love
you.
I LOVE YOU!!!!! do you love me?
huh?
I love you.
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| And the R. Kelly "You Remind Me of My Jeep" Award goes to.... |
[Jan. 24th, 2006|03:56 pm] |
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In order to make sure that I'm well entertained at work I've taken to listening to all kinds of internet radio stations. Today I decided to listen to Yahoo Music R&B. My first choice was actually Indie but I was so disgusted at what is being called "Indie" these days that I had to switch channels. I was not disappointed. Ladies and Gentlemen I give you....
Sex Wit You
Marques Houston
Let me break it down and tell you what your sex is like
Yeah
I don't know what it is
What it feels like
Sex with you
It's like
Heh, it's like
Damn
I don't really know what it's like
But uh, let me try to explain.
Sex with you is like:
When I wake up in the morning…I smell that good old breakfast that my momma used t0 make..
Sex with you is like..
The feeling that you get when al your friends surprise you on your birthday..
Sex with you is like…
Like I made the lastshot and everybody’s screaming my name…
Sex with you is like…
It’s like my pocket’s full of dough and I ain’t worry about a damn thing..
When I think about the sex…nothing better comes to mind I wanna sex you all the damn time..
Just think bout your sex had got me wanting you to come through…and do sex like we always do
Sex with you is really the best with you, it makes life worth going through…ain’t nobody got a body like you…
Cuz my sex with you meets my needs, ain't gotta go looking in the streets it’s you …ain’t nothing better than the way we do.. Girl I’m loving having sex with youuu…
Sex with you is like..
Winning an award after working so damn hard…
Sex with you is like…
When the man at the dealership hands over the keys to my new car…
Sex with you is like..
When the check comes in the mail after being broke for so long…
Sex with you is like..
It’s like getting out the PEN and shawtys there to take you home..
When I think about the sex…nothing better comes to mind I wanna sex you all the damn time..
Just think bout your sex had got me wanting you to come through…and do sex like we always do
Sex with you is really the best with you, it makes life worth going through…ain’t nobody got a body like you…
Cuz my sex with you meets my needs, ain't gotta go looking in the streets it’s you …ain’t nothing better than the way we do.. Girl I’m loving having sex with youuu…
It’s all about the freaky things we doo…
And I kn0w (I kn0w)..
You like it just as much..
As I doo
Baby I ain’t never tried…to hit and run..I’m just tryna make you the only one
I'll be sexing you on the regular Cuz ain’t nothing better then sex with you…
Oooh ooooh ooooh
Let me break it down and tell you what the sex is like…
Whooeee.. sex with you is likee
It’s like going to the stripclub and ain’t gotta pay for none of that striplove
Whoo sex with you is like
Like a closet full of air force.. low white, my size
Sex with you is like..
Like being the first nigga in the hood with black drop tops 645
Seex with you
Sex with you is really the best with you, it makes life worth going through…ain’t nobody got a body like you…
Cuz my sex with you meets my needs, ain't gotta go looking in the streets it’s you …ain’t nothing better then the way we do.. Girl I’m loving having sex with youuu…
Sex with youu….
Sex with you yeah yeaah…
Sex with you yeah yeah ….
**My favorite and most relatable. Har.
Ok, so obviously we know that Mr. Houston gets a feeling of elation when his friends surprise him for his birthday, gets money, smells his mom's home cooking, and has a closet full of shoes. So here's my assignment for you:
Please fill in the blank: Sex with youuuu is like_________. I'll be compiling my list tonight and putting it up laters. |
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