Monday, March 2, 2009
Why I Refuse To Let My Mother Anywhere Near Blogger
Aside from the fact that my blog is filled with enough self-hatred, booze-driven rants and gay porn stars to give the poor bitch an aneurysm, there's also this pleasant exchange we had after I got home from kickboxing.
Mom: Did you accept Kahlua as a friend on Facebook?
Me: You created a Facebook page for our dog?
Mom: Yup. So did you accept her or not?
Me: Oh dear God, I think you just launched a new generation of cyberspinsters.
Mom: Fuck off.
Me: Spinster 2.0. Spinster Vista.
Mom: I get it. Ha. Funny. Now go take a shower, you smell like ass.
I'm afraid to ponder what kind of fuckery this new wave of tech-savvy spinsters will inflict upon us. I'm going to assume it involves Twitter.
Also, Lord Thundercox, if you're reading this, marry me. I'm sorry, but you KFM answers yesterday made me laugh hysterically in the middle of school. It also doesn't help that our sex would be fucking earth-shattering, and that Thundercox is a bitchin' last name. Word.