remembering, it’s important. sort of.

I know it’s not important, but I wish you’d remembered.

It’s just that, it would have been nice you know. Oh well.

Angus, thongs, and full frontal-snogging

Still one of my favorite coming of age in the 21st century tales, I just watched the 2008 film adaptation of Angus, thongs and full-frontal snogging, and I’m not going to lie, I kinda loved it.

Light-hearted as it may be, it still pretty much hits the nail on the head of what every girl is thinking when she meets and falls for a cute new sex-god (and no, not just every 14 year old girl, but every girl-don’t try and play it like its not true ladies).  And, as a added bonus the book  is hilarity central (more so than the movie, however the movie did have some redeemable moments–including an excellent pick for Georgia Nicolson).

Yeah, so maybe I’m two years too late on this post, but I just watched it and it warmed my heart. So yeah, deal.

work schmork

At work I am often referred to as the young and techie. It’s not that I’m particularly technologically apt (although I feel I can hold my own), it’s just that I’m about 20 years younger than almost every other person I work with. That being the case I often find myself in the following very frustrating situation:

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my new obsession

so for the past week I’ve been working my way through every single comic on this site. Four years of near-daily posts = lots of comics.

Check it out: www.mordantorange.com

The friend-SHIP is sinking

Express yourself.

If you don’t like it when your friends call you on your bullshit, get some cats or maybe a houseplant, or anything that doesn’t have an ounce of intellectual capacity.

But first, remember this important quote by Lady Madonna (yes it’s about soul mates, but its just as relevant for friendships that matter):

There is no such thing as the perfect soulmate. If you meet someone and you think they’re perfect, you better run as fast as you can in the other direction, ‘cause your soulmate is the person that pushes your buttons, pisses you off on a regular basis, and makes you face your shit.

-Madonna

 

Mentors. Well this is new…

So I was out to dinner with a friend last week, and we got to talking about some pretty nitty gritty things; we got down and dirty if you will. Oh no boys, take your minds out of the gutter, this has nothing to do with ‘sexy time’.

Speaking of ‘sexy time’ scroll to 1:15 in this clip. Margo and Todd schedule that shit.

Anyhow, back to the point, so we got to talking about some pretty serious shiz and my friend mentioned her mentors, and how they came to play that role in her life. The idea of a mentor is not something that had ever really occurred to me. I’ve had people who have made a significant impact in my life; that goes without saying because let’s face it ‘no man is an island’. (Although Hugh Grant-god love him, would have you believe we are all islands, islands as part of archipelagos). There have been many people in my life, people who I can attribute alot of good change to, some who I can attribute bad changes to, and others no change. But a mentor? and then it hit me (but really, she just pointed it out), I did have a mentor. Professor Pamela Shime.

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Really?!? Three weeks later?!?

Dear Boys,

Lesson in dating etiquette, if you like her don’t ignore her witty Christmas text and wait three weeks to contact her.

That shit just don’t fly.

 

everything must go!

Cleaning out my closet and drawers.

But seriously, when did I acquire soo much stuff?

there are worse things I could do

they just don't get it do they Rizzo?

When dating…

…is it really that ridiculous to expect to see someone more than once?

PS: Crazy thought but…. maybe I don’t want to be in a relationship with you? Maybe I’m not looking to wrap my female claws around you and never let you go. Relax, I don’t want to introduce you to my parents, my friends, or my extended family.  Just because I ask you about your family, doesn’t mean I want to meet them, it means I’m making conversation. Most people have families, it’s an easy topic.  I don’t even care if we never go out in daylight together. Ever stopped to think that maybe I want the same thing you do?  A good time, from time to time. You dig?

 

new year, new mistakes.

So I picked up the latest issue of GOOD Magazine I had lying around at home (if you don’t know what this magazine is, you need to familiarize yourself with it ASAP), and flipped to a random page, and the article below is what I found. Hell of a way to start the new year I’d say.

-essay and art by Mike Monteiro.

“Let’s make better mistakes tomorrow. Let’s scratch our heads and give up and wake up and try it again. Let’s fail at digging the well the first three times to get it right the fourth. Let’s build faster horses, and then strap rocket ships onto them. Let’s start a company, let’s watch it fail, and then let’s start another one.

Let’s be the boss. Let’s take the boss down. Let’s order too much of something just to see where our limits are. Let’s take a chance precisely because it might fail. Let’s take the hard way out. Let’s go to the moon. Fuck it; let’s go to the moon again. Let’s quit our jobs. Let’s work at being better at what we do by fucking up faster, not less. Let’s fuck up really fast. Let’s wrestle sharks, fight monsters, and disagree with the board. Continue reading