Mood : Ecfuckingstatic 
I just realized that this is the first music video I’ve watched in quite a while, and I mean really watched. I decided to sample the soulful acoustics of DJ Khaled, Akon and T.I. in my 6AM scan of my Facebook Feed (an attempt at waking up). I had the pleasure of viewing the video masterpiece for the 2007 song “We Takin’ Over”. Some thoughts...This is Miami, and as a crime has clearly been committed, is it safe to assume David Caruso will be making an appearance momentarily? read more »
I sat on the floor
The fridge in front of me
Words in my hands
I sat here once before, a lifetime ago...
I had words in my hands, a cat on my lap, but yet I wasn’t there. The girl sitting on the floor wasn’t me, I didn’t know who she was... sadly, neither did she.
I think that sometimes it’s best to lose yourself and not bother looking for the pieces lost. Instead of trying to figure out what is missing and what is broken and try to find the lost and fix the damaged, just start over. When you end up back at square 1, that is what you do. When you end up back to where you started, it does not mean you’ve failed, it means that you have completed whatever journey you had been undertaking prior to, and that you can not begin the next until you make a stopover to unload the emotional baggage (the emotional baggage that unfortunately comes with no emotional wheelies). read more »
I take a post-lunch leisurely stroll with ExHubby as he updates me on the women in his life. Same women, same story, same response from me. As usual I am asked to impart advice (read: tell him what he already knows but refuses to admit), advice that will not be taken, but serves as an indication that I care enough to listen and try to help.
“Why do women gossip so much?” he asks , perplexed at the behavior, failing to understand any logic behind the female tendency to overshare and what seems an inability to keep things to themselves... read more »
So with swimsuit season halfway through, my Feed is naturally riddled with beach sightings of all things unseemly. I peruse through the “Uploaded via Mobile” galleries of ickness, appropriately labeled as such. Though something about the fatness is bugging me... I am somewhat perturbed by the relatively fit (and often ugly) individuals I’ve recently collected* on my Facebook page expressing their hate for the “gross fat slobs” that are... everywhere. Can’t hate the black people, the gay people, the Jews, the Arabs... but hating on someone that is non-aesthetically pleasing is fine? What else would you expect from a society so hinged on image partaking in a lifestyle set up for obesity?I mean... seriously?
The morbidly obese aside... I think I’m a bit jealous of the regular fat people though... read more »
To continue my phone saga... As the iPhone 4 was not a viable option due to shipping (and I needed a phone right then and there)... I decided to go with the HTC Aria. A Linux-based iPhone counterpart which seems a superior product based on it’s spec sheet and the mere idea of Facebook integration. I predict the mac to not-mac switch will be somewhat painful excruciating, but decided that it was time to make some changes and I might as well start with my phone. Anyway, you never know the best option until you’ve at least tried a few.... and I’ve been a fairly devout iPhone user since the day after the original hit the store, so why the hell not. Also...
As usual my feed is quite predictable... my magic crystal ball predicts the following for tomorrow:
Someone’s Performing Daily Vandalism. Girl likes boy or boy likes girl... way too fucking much. In an attempt to get attention or perpetuate the delusion that there “may be something there”, he/she riddles their page (and anyone else’s posts on in) with nonsense... kinda like a territorial pissing contest, but more annoying than entertaining. I think territorial pissing should be left to men... at least they do it a lot better... either way, get off my feed. read more »
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So after my 6th iPhone (with an already nasty crack in the screen) took an unfortunate tumble out of my gym locker (which rendered the touch screen partially inoperative), I was yet again facing the nightmare of purchasing a new phone. Fortunately the touch screen somewhat functioned for another day or two before chipping into pieces and outright declaring defeat. Fifteen minutes later I stormed into an AT&T store and exclaimed that I needed a phone... Immediately. “One that could withstand that” I asserted, as I threw the remainder of my iPhone at the salesperson’s feet (Fat Guy). The gentleman said he had just the thing, as he detached two phones (cased in something that could pass for Military-issue) from his belt clip and forcefully threw them both on the ground. The salesperson next to him (Clueless Guy) decided to join in and threw his on the floor as well. A few others approached, but were hesitant to join in. After receiving a lecture on the importance of a “protective case”¹... my shopping experience commenced. read more »
Sad to say but its kinda disappointing when someone you assume you’re relatively good friends with to be of reasonable sanity decides to tell you “I have to delete you from my Facebook”. As childish as it may seem, there really is no such thing as “let’s still be friends outside of Facebook” nor do I think there is merit to such behavior outside of attempted resolution to quasi-relationships gone bad. It’s 2010 and let’s face it, your profile is as much a part of you as your criminal record or credit score. It is a digital extension of your physical self into the binary world of 1’s and 0’s. It is as much a part of you as your choice in hairstyle or your tendency to chew with your mouth open. Your digital self, unlike your credit score, is a part of yourself that you freely divulge to hundreds of absolute strangers on a daily basis. Now, how is someone supposed to feel when you tell them you are not going to offer them the same privilege you offer to complete strangers? Shitty? Indescribable? Odd? Disappointed? Bewildered? read more »
It seems at least 5 of my “friends” had a “siiiiicckkkkkkk chest workout” tonight. Great, it must be Monday, I don’t give shit.
S&M party pictures are up. Why is everyone so god damn ugly and why are all the guys so god damn small? A JP party really ain’t what it used to be.
242 of my friends changed their default photo. Of the 16 shown, not one is wearing a shirt (12 male, 4 female). Of the 12 shirtless men, I would have rather not seen 4 in anything sleeveless. Of the 8 hot shirtless men, 2 were gay. Of the 6 straight, hot, shirtless men, 3 had faces only a mother could love, 2 resided over 500 miles away and 1 I had already... had. *sigh*
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1. The fact that 34 guys on Facebook “like” a picture of you posing in front of your bathroom mirror in underwear does not actually make you hot.
2. Throwing yourself at each and every guy you find attractive on facebook, finding one that tells you you’re hot, then throwing yourself into his bed does not constitute “dating”. He was bored/horny, you were convenient, you have no grounds to cry that he’s commenting on some other girl’s pics the day after.
3. If you feel the need to “mark your territory”... it ain’t your territory. Letting his 3 thousand friends know that his cock was in your mouth that very morning does not make him your man, it makes you a notch on his bedpost. Stop advertising yourself as a cumdumpster, it’s pathetic to watch.
4. I get it. Women are incapable of making their own decisions. Something is only beautiful if others think it’s beautiful and a guy is only a “catch” if other girls want him... yadda yadda yadda.... you fucking look like snooki and your “boyfriend” is cheating on you left and right. Grow a brain. Get out of the tanning bed. Stop using a sharpie for eyeliner. Get rid of any guy who makes you wonder if you mean anything to him at all. read more »
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While attemting to figure out my needs (with the help of google), I came across this clip: pretty accurate representation of a good portion of my years of therapy. Awesomeness.
“Katie I just need you to look at this picture and tell me what you see“
“A Penis.“
“How about this one?“
“A crooked penis“
“What about this one?“
“A wiggly penis“
“Ok... what about this one?“
“A cock.”
Half the time you really have no idea what you need... so to spare yourself the thought process, might as well rely on Google to tell you... go to Google and enter your name and the word “needs” [i.e. Katie needs] . Click search. Record the first 10 results. Voilà.
Will not dispute most of the list. Did not take my meds this morning so could def use the caffeine... maybe even the IV fluids... iffy on the Hula, though I almost took a ballet class the other day... and the Facebook thing... well... for networking purposes... might just not be that bad of an idea.
So... I had this BAD Facebook Habit. The Facebook Habit had a sub-habit... and that was Mafia Wars. Stupid, addictive shit I started playing because of some stupid Boy that ended up consuming way too many minutes of the time I could have spent being productive (Mafia wars, not the Boy, although some will make an argument that it was both). Having been Mafia-Wars-Free for about 2 weeks now, I almost relapsed when I found out that there was actually an Über Gift to be gotten by buying junk food at 7–11! So I did a bit of research (before reactivating my account)... 50 Skill Points? That’s not Über at all... so over it.
More about the Über Slurpee Promotion: buyearnplay.com
Look for it and all kinds of other Zynga-fied snacks at your local 7–11. I had a Yoville Brownie for breakfast yesterday. Tasted just as bad as the standard 7–11 Brownie... Yoville sticker actually made it a tad more nauseating. For brownies, go to Wawa. For cheaper Diet Pepsi 2 liter bottles, go to Wawa. For taquitos of unknown origin that taste absolutely delicious as long as you don’t think about what exactly it is you’re putting in your mouth... go to 7–11.
Will there be a Mafia Wars clothing line following this? Because I would like a pair of Mafia Wars flip flops... you know, so I can make a statement while getting a pedicure.
