The feeling's free, so come with me.
And I love my friends dearly, but they seriously need to stop trying to set me up. Because seriously, this is how it goes (give or take):
Friend: "Hey! She has Teh Gay, you have Teh Gay! You know what you guys should do? You should totally get together and get married and it will be all because of me, your Wonderful Friend who has brought romance into your sad, TV obsessed life!"
Me: "Do we have anything in common?"
Friend: "You both sleep with girls!"
Me: "Anything BESIDES that?"
Friend: "You're both friends with ME!"
Me: "Okay, besides that, too."
Friend: "You... umm... you both... YOU BOTH HAVE FACES!" *congratulates themselves*
Me: "Oh, god....."
And if you call me on a Saturday night at 11 o'clock and ask me to go to a house party to meet this person, with no warning (tell me when you're talking to me at 7:30 about skipping out on going to see a casual acquaintance's shitty band, instead of waiting until you're ON YOUR WAY THERE) do you know what I will say? I will say no. Because I will already have been in my fuzzy jams for several hours and be settled in for the night with some reruns and some quasi-legal downloaded music and some angsty fanfic and yes, this may very well make me the most boring twenty year old in the history of the universe but here's the fun part. You know what I will NOT be doing? I will NOT BE GIVING A FUCK! I like my boring, jimjammy, fanficcy life. It's fun here. :)
*snuggles her f-list* And I can hang out with you guys naked, which is always a bonus.
- Nice customers who thank you a zillion times just for doing something that is basically your job anyways make me happy. It's not that hard to practice some basic human kindness and consideration, people. It's really not.
- C from Security kept walking by my desk today humming/singing "Do You Realize", so needless to say, the Flaming Lips have been singing in my head all day. Then he was changing the words to "I'm so hungry I could die!" and it was making me giggle. I am a giggler, and I can't help that. People either find it adorable or annoying as hell, there is really no happy medium where giggling is concerned. XD
{This section of post will probably only make you LOL if you're Canadian, but whatevs, it was good times for me}
- I went to the Shoppers in the mall to grab a Red Bull because I was going straight to the barn to ride after, and I grabbed a Maclean's magazine off the rack while I was standing in line, because its cover story was the Mulroney trial/inquiry/whatever you want to call it. So there's this one cashier whose line I'll often try to go through because she's really fast. She doesn't speak fantastic English; I mean she speaks fluently enough to work there obviously, but you can tell it's not her first language. Anyways. So I go through her line with my drink and my mag, and she says something under her breath as she's ringing up the Maclean's. So I said "I'm sorry?" because I couldn't tell if she was talking to me or not, but it sounded like Farsi or another middle Eastern language (my knowledge of such things is woefully limited). She smiles, points at the giant picture of Mulroney's face on the cover and goes "Mulroney..." *insert eyeroll and disgusted shrug here* I snorted right in the middle of the checkout line, it made me laugh so hard. Disgust with this man is universal. XD I think an eyeroll and disgusted shrug might actually be the sign for his name in ASL. XD
- People keep sending me links to join the Facebook petition for "tougher laws for Torri", referring to Tori Stafford, the little girl from out around Woodstock who dissappeared and was apparently murdered though they've yet to find a body, but have a confession from a woman who claims her boyfriend took her and killed her. And I mean yes, obviously it's awful and people want to feel like they're doing something, but I just feel like saying to them look, tougher laws aren't going to do a thing. We've got tougher laws. We don't use them. We don't use maximum sentencing, and the courts are so backed up it takes years for anything to go to trial, anyways. Fix that first, then worry about the laws. 25-to-life is reasonable, it's the fact that most convicts get out in 5 to 10 that's the problem. *sigh* I appreciate the effort, but you've gotta aim it a little better, folks.
{Again, only a handful of people will even know what I'm talking about let alone how exciting it is, but anyways.}
- Once Abbey decided she did not, in fact, want to be a freight train, or a Kentucky Derby winner, or a PBR finalist (PJ Funnybunny, anyone?) she was a fucking ROCKSTAR tonight. STIRRUPLESS CHANGES FROM COUNTER LEAD TO COUNTER LEAD ON TEN METRE CIRCLES FUCK YEAH!!! I am going to be squeeing about this for a good long while. :D
-Skipped out on going to see a casual acquaintance's terrible band. He plays great guitar, I have no idea why he keeps ending up with these loser vocalists. FLAT IS NOT A KEY, people! Anyways. This means he's still going to want to go for coffee someday. Blergh. How do people not get that when they say "Hey let's hang out!" and you say "Yeah, sure, let's grab coffee... sometime." and then you never mention it again and they remind you constantly and you ignore the hell out of their facebook messages that you are NOT INTERESTED because dude, you are boring even to ME, the high priestess of being in her fuzzy jams by 7:30 on a Saturday night! It's not happening.
- Oh, Much Music. A special on Milli Vanilli. Really? Really? Don't you guys suck hard enough on your OWN? The failularity of it all is kind of entertaining, though. I am torn. Because MuchMoreMusic is playing reruns of RuPaul's Drag Race, and I just don't know which one is more mockable. And this is coming from a girl who fucking LOVES drag queens. Someone just got points for creative use of a feather boa. It's like watching a trainwreck. But with glitter.
- Eddie Vedder, my offer still stands. (I told my sister, who was a huge Pearl Jam fan, that "I think I would like him to marry me. When I am big and have boyfriends, I think I would like to have him as my husband." I was about... six. An advanced six, who listened to a lot of Pearl Jam and declared "Box of Rain" my favourite song, second only to "I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt" courtesy of said sister. Needless to say, when CJ sang it, I died in a rather spectacular explosion of fangirly glee.)
- Speaking of which. Something I have to get off my chest, before I choke something small and fluffy. It's Cregg. CREGG, you idiotic idiots of idiocy!!! CREGG! If you're taking the time to write about the fucking character, learn to fucking spell her name! Never, ever, ever, ever, in the history of anything, has she been CJ Gregg. The end. The fucking end! C-R-E-G-G. Five fucking letters! NOT THAT FUCKING HARD, YOU GUYS. *inhales, exhales, retracts claws* That's all. *Miranda Priestly wrist*
So, that's today through the eyes of a Sterling. But they're pretty fabulous eyes, if I do say so myself. Even if without contact lenses, said eyes have been known to mistake puddles for geese at a distance of anything over say, five feet from my nose. Hope y'all enjoyed yourself before the tl;dr coma kicked in. ;)
Friend: "Hey! She has Teh Gay, you have Teh Gay! You know what you guys should do? You should totally get together and get married and it will be all because of me, your Wonderful Friend who has brought romance into your sad, TV obsessed life!"
Me: "Do we have anything in common?"
Friend: "You both sleep with girls!"
Me: "Anything BESIDES that?"
Friend: "You're both friends with ME!"
Me: "Okay, besides that, too."
Friend: "You... umm... you both... YOU BOTH HAVE FACES!" *congratulates themselves*
Me: "Oh, god....."
And if you call me on a Saturday night at 11 o'clock and ask me to go to a house party to meet this person, with no warning (tell me when you're talking to me at 7:30 about skipping out on going to see a casual acquaintance's shitty band, instead of waiting until you're ON YOUR WAY THERE) do you know what I will say? I will say no. Because I will already have been in my fuzzy jams for several hours and be settled in for the night with some reruns and some quasi-legal downloaded music and some angsty fanfic and yes, this may very well make me the most boring twenty year old in the history of the universe but here's the fun part. You know what I will NOT be doing? I will NOT BE GIVING A FUCK! I like my boring, jimjammy, fanficcy life. It's fun here. :)
*snuggles her f-list* And I can hang out with you guys naked, which is always a bonus.
- Nice customers who thank you a zillion times just for doing something that is basically your job anyways make me happy. It's not that hard to practice some basic human kindness and consideration, people. It's really not.
- C from Security kept walking by my desk today humming/singing "Do You Realize", so needless to say, the Flaming Lips have been singing in my head all day. Then he was changing the words to "I'm so hungry I could die!" and it was making me giggle. I am a giggler, and I can't help that. People either find it adorable or annoying as hell, there is really no happy medium where giggling is concerned. XD
{This section of post will probably only make you LOL if you're Canadian, but whatevs, it was good times for me}
- I went to the Shoppers in the mall to grab a Red Bull because I was going straight to the barn to ride after, and I grabbed a Maclean's magazine off the rack while I was standing in line, because its cover story was the Mulroney trial/inquiry/whatever you want to call it. So there's this one cashier whose line I'll often try to go through because she's really fast. She doesn't speak fantastic English; I mean she speaks fluently enough to work there obviously, but you can tell it's not her first language. Anyways. So I go through her line with my drink and my mag, and she says something under her breath as she's ringing up the Maclean's. So I said "I'm sorry?" because I couldn't tell if she was talking to me or not, but it sounded like Farsi or another middle Eastern language (my knowledge of such things is woefully limited). She smiles, points at the giant picture of Mulroney's face on the cover and goes "Mulroney..." *insert eyeroll and disgusted shrug here* I snorted right in the middle of the checkout line, it made me laugh so hard. Disgust with this man is universal. XD I think an eyeroll and disgusted shrug might actually be the sign for his name in ASL. XD
- People keep sending me links to join the Facebook petition for "tougher laws for Torri", referring to Tori Stafford, the little girl from out around Woodstock who dissappeared and was apparently murdered though they've yet to find a body, but have a confession from a woman who claims her boyfriend took her and killed her. And I mean yes, obviously it's awful and people want to feel like they're doing something, but I just feel like saying to them look, tougher laws aren't going to do a thing. We've got tougher laws. We don't use them. We don't use maximum sentencing, and the courts are so backed up it takes years for anything to go to trial, anyways. Fix that first, then worry about the laws. 25-to-life is reasonable, it's the fact that most convicts get out in 5 to 10 that's the problem. *sigh* I appreciate the effort, but you've gotta aim it a little better, folks.
{Again, only a handful of people will even know what I'm talking about let alone how exciting it is, but anyways.}
- Once Abbey decided she did not, in fact, want to be a freight train, or a Kentucky Derby winner, or a PBR finalist (PJ Funnybunny, anyone?) she was a fucking ROCKSTAR tonight. STIRRUPLESS CHANGES FROM COUNTER LEAD TO COUNTER LEAD ON TEN METRE CIRCLES FUCK YEAH!!! I am going to be squeeing about this for a good long while. :D
-Skipped out on going to see a casual acquaintance's terrible band. He plays great guitar, I have no idea why he keeps ending up with these loser vocalists. FLAT IS NOT A KEY, people! Anyways. This means he's still going to want to go for coffee someday. Blergh. How do people not get that when they say "Hey let's hang out!" and you say "Yeah, sure, let's grab coffee... sometime." and then you never mention it again and they remind you constantly and you ignore the hell out of their facebook messages that you are NOT INTERESTED because dude, you are boring even to ME, the high priestess of being in her fuzzy jams by 7:30 on a Saturday night! It's not happening.
- Oh, Much Music. A special on Milli Vanilli. Really? Really? Don't you guys suck hard enough on your OWN? The failularity of it all is kind of entertaining, though. I am torn. Because MuchMoreMusic is playing reruns of RuPaul's Drag Race, and I just don't know which one is more mockable. And this is coming from a girl who fucking LOVES drag queens. Someone just got points for creative use of a feather boa. It's like watching a trainwreck. But with glitter.
- Eddie Vedder, my offer still stands. (I told my sister, who was a huge Pearl Jam fan, that "I think I would like him to marry me. When I am big and have boyfriends, I think I would like to have him as my husband." I was about... six. An advanced six, who listened to a lot of Pearl Jam and declared "Box of Rain" my favourite song, second only to "I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt" courtesy of said sister. Needless to say, when CJ sang it, I died in a rather spectacular explosion of fangirly glee.)
- Speaking of which. Something I have to get off my chest, before I choke something small and fluffy. It's Cregg. CREGG, you idiotic idiots of idiocy!!! CREGG! If you're taking the time to write about the fucking character, learn to fucking spell her name! Never, ever, ever, ever, in the history of anything, has she been CJ Gregg. The end. The fucking end! C-R-E-G-G. Five fucking letters! NOT THAT FUCKING HARD, YOU GUYS. *inhales, exhales, retracts claws* That's all. *Miranda Priestly wrist*
So, that's today through the eyes of a Sterling. But they're pretty fabulous eyes, if I do say so myself. Even if without contact lenses, said eyes have been known to mistake puddles for geese at a distance of anything over say, five feet from my nose. Hope y'all enjoyed yourself before the tl;dr coma kicked in. ;)