Showing posts with label Comment Diversion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Comment Diversion. Show all posts

Friday, December 5, 2008

The Memory Of Our Sacred So And So

Alright, so I started working on getting gifts for everyone in my family and friends. Which is more than a little difficult since last year I got both sets of parents a cappuccino maker, and I got my brothers an Xbox 360, which I saved for MONTHS to afford. This year, however, since I spent all my goddamn money on "my" car, let's just say that everyone will be getting something...smaller.

I started off by going to Chapters to get some books for my mother and her boy-toy. Matt's trying to get me to be more assertive, so I decided to test it out by asking one of the clerks what she might recommend.



It took everything I had not to rip the book out of her hands and beat her with it. If one more person tells me to read Twilight, I swear to Godtopus I'll eat my own ass. And not in the fun way either, I mean I will literally digest pieces of my own ass.

Anyways, I asked her if she had anything that didn't completely suck. We went on one of those little computer kiosks they have littered all over the place and five minutes later, I've got a copy of Diablo Cody's Candy Girl. Now my mother isn't one of those serious readers, although I did lend her The Time Traveller's Wife, and she loved that, so she's not completely beyond help. So i figured, she loved Juno, therefore, she wuld like this, and it would help her out when I, ummm...well, we'll cross that bridge when we get there, really.

I also picked up Men With Balls (Thanks, Dustin!) for Mom's boy-toy. It's about football, although I'm not entirely sure how well he'll take getting a book called "Men With Balls" from his girlfriend's gay son. Mind you, he's very open minded, but he also thought my skull tattoo was a penis, so there's no telling how he'll interpret this one.

I also decided to get my brothers a new fish for Christmas, since Mr. Fish is no longer with us. If you'd like to suggest a name for the fish, fell free to leave it in the comments. Dad isn't exactly the smartest being on two legs, so I figured I would get him Wanted, since it has enough violence and boobage to appease him, and if Dustin's review is any indication, it won't make me wish for forks to become animate and jump into my eyes.

I also decided to get something for Pierre and Matt. I've already figured out what to get for Matt (but i'm not saying anything, because he might be reading this for all I know), but what the fuck am I supposed to get Pierre? Seriously, he has freaking EVERYTHING, what the crap can I get him that doesn't involve taking out a loan? And no, I am not getting him a sex toy. It's too obvious, and I imagine it would be akin to getting someone a toaster as a housewarming gift: It's nice, but there's no thought to it, and you already have like three of them and you would just end up taking it back to the store except then you find out they have a no return policy and you argue with the manager for thirty minutes until he agrees to give you store credit which is TOTAL CRAP because I don't need anything from this crap shack are you high, I mean come on...whoops, kinda let that one get out of hand, huh?

Point is, I have no idea what to get him. You can leave a suggestion for that in the comments too. But no gift cards. The idea of buying a gift card just seems wrong to the shopaholic in me.

Anyways, to lead you out, hears TV On The Radio with Family Tree. Snootches.

Monday, August 11, 2008

We'll Have Drinks And Talk About Things, Any Excuse To Stay Awake With You

Hey bitches! I wish I could say I'm feeling better, but to be completely honest with you, I'm not sure what I'm feeling. It's weird. I feel sad, but I mean, at the same time, I feel... I won't say happy, because I'm not really happy, but content. Content would be a nice way to put it. And confused. Sad and happy and confused. I'm not sure if they've come up with a term for that yet, but sometimes, being able to feel anything is as good as feeling happy.

One thing I found out about sadness is that everyone has that one special little drink they fall back on for support. And before you ask, no I'm not a drunk. Sure, I named my dog after alcohol, and I showed up to my prom smashed, and my room is covered in shot glasses, and I have my own flask... Okay that's not helping at all, is it?

Point is, I'm not drunk, I just have Irish genes. So don't worry David, I don't need Rehab yet. And first person to leave a comment with an Amy Winehouse reference gets a kick in the junk. Second gets an uncomfortable groping in the junk. You have been warned.

However, I DO want you guys to leave a comment. Since so many of you have offered various alternatives to my vodka, I want to know, what's your heartbreak drink? In case you haven't noticed, I went with the increibly unoriginal vodka. What can I say? It's bitter, It gets you drunk fast, and best of all, it was perfected in Russia. And let's face it: The russians know their sadness.

So what's your heartbreak drink? Leave yours in the comments. Later guys!