I Want You to Belong Nowhere.
[mood|
headachy]
[music|Rabbi Doll - Aya]
Another hate list yay.
I hate when I get a strangled phone call at seven in the morning when I'm about to go to sleep with my hangover attempting to take root "Ethan? Uhh.. some guys are gonna come over today to fix the door. Okay?" Knock, knock.
So I forced myself out of bed and got dressed, walked down the steps, and Miss Hart is there all dressed in her black long dress, tall black boots, black stretchy top and wide-brimmed black hat with her thick blonde hair flowing out of it, and I sleepily think "Mana?" as she opens the door with a big smile and says in her lovely voice "Hiiiiiii, come on in.." She, of course, knew about it, since she and Daniel watched The Phantom of the Opera together and bonded so it's okay for her to be here and I don't even get to piss him off anymore. And she stands there over him watching him work, hands on her hips with a big pretty smile on her face, chatting him up and offering him a drink as I walk down, hearing every single hammer go through my head and moaning. So I pretty much fall the rest of the way down the steps, where the man looks up, smiles and goes
"Hi!"
I don't want to talk to him. I hate that. Especially when he stood up, wiped his hands off on his pants, and said "Nice to meet you, Mister Hart."
I also hate when people e-mail me and attempt to hit on me and question me about the Cherry Blossom Festival. I hate the Cherry Blossom Festival. I hate girls named Sakura. I hate all girls named Sakura. Every single one. And why the fuck would I give a damn about the Cherry Blossom Festival? I don't like cherry blossoms unless they swirl through the breeze in front of me at night in a little puff with absolutely no cherry trees about. Then I like them. Why do people assume all Japanese people enjoy cherry blossoms? Am I the only exception? Probably.
I hate being sober.
I hate those commercials that come on late at night for women to "get there" faster, but they're not allowed to say anything sexual, so they have all these horrible metaphors, like throwing a football through a tire, or having a girl on a motorcycle giggle and sit at the front of the bike. Or the little self-satisfied faces they give the camera.
I hate those commercials that come on late at night for hooking up with local singles, with girls twirling their hair or giving each other back massages or licking their lips as they chat away on the phone. I've seen soft-core porn chicks act better than that. Which also includes the sex line phone numbers since I have a sneaking suspicion that the "meet up with local singles" are really sex line numbers themselves. With the girls in different outfits posing and saying "Call now" and stupid cliched shit like "Don't let anybody else get your girl." Even when I was straight, I never got the whole "She must belong to me and only me!" thing. -shrug- I guess I'm just hateful.
I really like infomercials, though. The ones where they have the product and do like a hundred billion random things with it. Whatever it is. Knives, blenders, ladders, stain removers... I like the outlandish things.
I hate the one gay phone line commercial they play in my area. Lots of muscular Latin men chopping wood and forty year old guys dressed as sailors, all with frosted hair, lisping about "I can't wait to find my man." But what I hate most of all is the Japanese guy on that commercial who looks strikingly similar to me. Far too much for my taste.
Undying love, pet!
headachy]
[music|Rabbi Doll - Aya]
Another hate list yay.
I hate when I get a strangled phone call at seven in the morning when I'm about to go to sleep with my hangover attempting to take root "Ethan? Uhh.. some guys are gonna come over today to fix the door. Okay?" Knock, knock.
So I forced myself out of bed and got dressed, walked down the steps, and Miss Hart is there all dressed in her black long dress, tall black boots, black stretchy top and wide-brimmed black hat with her thick blonde hair flowing out of it, and I sleepily think "Mana?" as she opens the door with a big smile and says in her lovely voice "Hiiiiiii, come on in.." She, of course, knew about it, since she and Daniel watched The Phantom of the Opera together and bonded so it's okay for her to be here and I don't even get to piss him off anymore. And she stands there over him watching him work, hands on her hips with a big pretty smile on her face, chatting him up and offering him a drink as I walk down, hearing every single hammer go through my head and moaning. So I pretty much fall the rest of the way down the steps, where the man looks up, smiles and goes
"Hi!"
I don't want to talk to him. I hate that. Especially when he stood up, wiped his hands off on his pants, and said "Nice to meet you, Mister Hart."
I also hate when people e-mail me and attempt to hit on me and question me about the Cherry Blossom Festival. I hate the Cherry Blossom Festival. I hate girls named Sakura. I hate all girls named Sakura. Every single one. And why the fuck would I give a damn about the Cherry Blossom Festival? I don't like cherry blossoms unless they swirl through the breeze in front of me at night in a little puff with absolutely no cherry trees about. Then I like them. Why do people assume all Japanese people enjoy cherry blossoms? Am I the only exception? Probably.
I hate being sober.
I hate those commercials that come on late at night for women to "get there" faster, but they're not allowed to say anything sexual, so they have all these horrible metaphors, like throwing a football through a tire, or having a girl on a motorcycle giggle and sit at the front of the bike. Or the little self-satisfied faces they give the camera.
I hate those commercials that come on late at night for hooking up with local singles, with girls twirling their hair or giving each other back massages or licking their lips as they chat away on the phone. I've seen soft-core porn chicks act better than that. Which also includes the sex line phone numbers since I have a sneaking suspicion that the "meet up with local singles" are really sex line numbers themselves. With the girls in different outfits posing and saying "Call now" and stupid cliched shit like "Don't let anybody else get your girl." Even when I was straight, I never got the whole "She must belong to me and only me!" thing. -shrug- I guess I'm just hateful.
I really like infomercials, though. The ones where they have the product and do like a hundred billion random things with it. Whatever it is. Knives, blenders, ladders, stain removers... I like the outlandish things.
I hate the one gay phone line commercial they play in my area. Lots of muscular Latin men chopping wood and forty year old guys dressed as sailors, all with frosted hair, lisping about "I can't wait to find my man." But what I hate most of all is the Japanese guy on that commercial who looks strikingly similar to me. Far too much for my taste.
Undying love, pet!