IT'S MONDAY, ISN'T IT?
I totally want one of THIS PIC IS NSFW. It's the first dildo I've ever seen that makes me actually imagine myself using it on Dean some guy.
Not that it'll happen anytime soon or anything. I'm just saying.
Speaking of guys, I'm sure I'm the last person on the planet to get this, but pardon me while I bitch about something I find really annoying in the online personals ads: the number of guys complaining, even downright whining about how great they are, but they can't find a woman who is funny and smart and sweet. They talk about how they're not picky, they don't care about race or religion, and yet, the one must-have on their lists?
She has to be thin.
"Slim, slender, athletic, fit, toned" -- that's all I'm seeing. I'm as vain as the next person, and I admit, it's tough NOT to make a judgment call based on a person's posted photo. But the guys who describe themselves as being "a few pounds overweight"? Who don't have necks and who actually look like linebackers, without the muscle underneath? Yeah, you guys have a lot of nerve looking for some lollipop girl.
Especially if you're also using your ad as a platform to complain about how all the girls out there just want guys with bodybuilders' physiques.
I LOATHE hypocrisy. Even in myself.
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On another note, this weekend somehow turned out to be "RELIGIOUS-THEMED MOVIES" weekend. I grabbed Constantine, which is fucking awesome even if it does star that dork, Keanu Reeves; Gabriel, a low-budget Aussie production which went to some really cool places, philosophically speaking; and The Fountain, which, granted, was more about Hugh Jackman than anything else, and which I haven't watched yet. It remains to be seen if I decide that Hugh Jackman was worth the pretentiousness.
I also snapped up the incredibly cheesy and just all-around awful Bats: Human Harvest. I suppose that losing two hours of my life because I was sucked in by the hotness of David Chokachi is exactly what I deserve. Also, he's not so hot anymore. Somebody needs to tell him to lay off the weed, because man, he is looking pretty ragged. He had the best acting in the flick, but that's not saying much... everyone else seemed like they'd gotten their scripts the day before, and David had maybe had one extra day with his.
*eye roll*
There was another one, but I forget what it was. Something out of the horror camp, I think.
Damn. Eh, I can check when I get home.
ETA: I remember now! 30 Days of Night, with Josh Hartnett and some other people I didn't recognize. Half horror, half religious-- I picked it because it seemed like a good way to straddle the line between Bats and Constantine.
Not that it'll happen anytime soon or anything. I'm just saying.
Speaking of guys, I'm sure I'm the last person on the planet to get this, but pardon me while I bitch about something I find really annoying in the online personals ads: the number of guys complaining, even downright whining about how great they are, but they can't find a woman who is funny and smart and sweet. They talk about how they're not picky, they don't care about race or religion, and yet, the one must-have on their lists?
She has to be thin.
"Slim, slender, athletic, fit, toned" -- that's all I'm seeing. I'm as vain as the next person, and I admit, it's tough NOT to make a judgment call based on a person's posted photo. But the guys who describe themselves as being "a few pounds overweight"? Who don't have necks and who actually look like linebackers, without the muscle underneath? Yeah, you guys have a lot of nerve looking for some lollipop girl.
Especially if you're also using your ad as a platform to complain about how all the girls out there just want guys with bodybuilders' physiques.
I LOATHE hypocrisy. Even in myself.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
On another note, this weekend somehow turned out to be "RELIGIOUS-THEMED MOVIES" weekend. I grabbed Constantine, which is fucking awesome even if it does star that dork, Keanu Reeves; Gabriel, a low-budget Aussie production which went to some really cool places, philosophically speaking; and The Fountain, which, granted, was more about Hugh Jackman than anything else, and which I haven't watched yet. It remains to be seen if I decide that Hugh Jackman was worth the pretentiousness.
I also snapped up the incredibly cheesy and just all-around awful Bats: Human Harvest. I suppose that losing two hours of my life because I was sucked in by the hotness of David Chokachi is exactly what I deserve. Also, he's not so hot anymore. Somebody needs to tell him to lay off the weed, because man, he is looking pretty ragged. He had the best acting in the flick, but that's not saying much... everyone else seemed like they'd gotten their scripts the day before, and David had maybe had one extra day with his.
*eye roll*
There was another one, but I forget what it was. Something out of the horror camp, I think.
Damn. Eh, I can check when I get home.
ETA: I remember now! 30 Days of Night, with Josh Hartnett and some other people I didn't recognize. Half horror, half religious-- I picked it because it seemed like a good way to straddle the line between Bats and Constantine.