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My Future Husband

September 24th, 2008 · 33 Comments

I have been going back and forth, trying to decide if I should share an online dating jewel with y’all. After a little discussion with some friends and family, I realize it’s toofuckinggood not to share.

Yesterday I received this email, by way of nameless dating service, from a 59 year old man:

“Have you ever considered going out with an older man?”

He also included a link to a personal website (which I am not posting to protect the innocent guilty save my own ass).

On this oh-so-lovely webpage, there was a picture of the gentleman (Exhibit A) and A LOT of poetry. I immediately thought of Nick Nolte’s mugshot (Exhibit B). Though I think Stefanie deserves an award for recognizing similarities with The Dude (Big Lebowski, Exhibit C). Don’t believe me? See for yourself.


Exhibit A

Exhibit B


Exhibit C.

Rather than post a gajillion pieces of poetry, I will share two of my favorite snippets.

she was deeply cut
bled out
it took a long time to heal
pity

WOW. Cut deeply? Bled out? Bring on the skin suit! Let us get to a remote location ASAP.

I would bring you gifts of flowers
to make a garland for your hair

I suppose that would be preferable to boyfriends who forget my birthday or “don’t believe” in Valentine’s Day.

What is the best part about his webpage, you ask? Embedded Celtic music!

I sent this all of this to my sister, who frantically called to ask what on earth was going on. I explained he’s an older man who contacted me on namelessdatingwebsite. Then I said maybe I should consider responding and meeting up with him. He’s the same age as our parents, so that would (obviously) be great; they would have so much in common! Plus, there’s the sweet music and gentle poetry. When I told her that I thought his ears would smell fantastic and I couldn’t wait to have like 100 of his babies, my sister drew the line: “Don’t you EVER say that again. It’s so gross you just made my uterus throw up.”

Categories:going to hell, hell is for single people, holy rad, it's called sarcasm, OH MY HORRORS
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S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y Night!

July 28th, 2008 · 18 Comments

I traveled back in time on Saturday night to 1995! All with the help of Jägermeister AND Goldschläger.

Tonight I Took a Time Machine to 1995...

It all started with “real” (alcohol percentage) beer from California which I alternated with “water”…also known as light beer. Then came the sip of Jager from someone’s Carl’s Jr. cup, no ice. That is some hardcore shit, yo! But that was just a sip. Then there were the Goldschlager shots. I can testify to the cinnamon-y goodness being a wee bit over powering. But Diet Mountain Dew seemed to really help that issue. Yes, I just admitted to shooting Goldschläger and Diet Mountain Dew. God bless Utah and their inaccessibility of booze that make booze so appealing!

We played Apples to Apples which is now my favorite new game OF EVER. I laughed so hard I almost wet my pants on their living room floor.

My favorite quote of the night was when Chris yelled, “Somebody get in here and give me a sponge bath!” It is impossible not to love that. IMPOSSIBLE!

I was pretty pissed off at myself when I realized I had forgotten my camera. Luckily, Aimee brought hers, and I took about a million pictures with it. I’m sure the photos all really super awesome because my photographic abilities increase exponentially when I start taking shots. It’s too bad we weren’t able to get photographic evidence of the party that their next door neighbors were having. It was like mariachi band meets rave meets house party. It was SO LOUD! And big! I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a house party that big. And I used to live in Oakland, so I’ve seen some shit. Frankly, the loud ass party made me miss California. It was damn fun to watch and listen from Sue’s back patio.

Weekends like that make my many weekends of hermit-dom worth it. Who needs a boyfriend when I have such an incredibly hilarious adoptive family? Seriously love them stupid.

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I Don’t Care How You Get Here Just Get Here When You Can

March 30th, 2008 · No Comments

It’s not often that I wish I lived in L.A.; but I did after I saw a preview for American Zombie (opened in L.A. yesterday). HOLY FREAKING RAD! I haven’t seen it and I already know it’s going to be my new favorite movie of all time.

A documentary about high-functioning zombies living in Los Angeles and their struggle for acceptance, living on the fringe of mainstream society.

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