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Friday, November 16, 2007
it's rude to stare
it really is. especially if you are staring at something that half the population of the world has.
granted i have never understood what the big deal about breasts is but then again, that's not my thing. appreciation is nice but when someone is like oh my god, boobies! hurray, look at those breasteses and twenty other such like comments it can be a little irritating. okay ALOT irritating. what's funny is that these kind of morons are always the kind to tell you that you have tits, like you didn't know. like they were watered in the shower and you somehow missed the fact that they had grown when you were getting dressed. ama something spontaneously combusted within you on your way to wherever and you couldn't possibly be aware what you had breasts. you must be told cos, you know, maybe they weren't there when you went to sleep the night before. really people, manners are important!
i have never personally anyone that was swept off her feet by an unoriginal ode to her breasts. yes, unoriginal. stupid people are many in this world so chances are she has heard many variations of whatever you are trying to pass of as a pick up line. on that note, anecdotes on how there was this one chile who was all a-flutter because you told her she has nice "jugs" or whatever will be ignored. if dudes are always complaining how women expect them to act like characters from romance novels and soaps then please don't be shocked when all women are not a manifestation of whatever men's magazine you read or song you listen to. it's common sense really.
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i seem to have alot of pent up aggression this week. so i'm listening to music to calm down and instead i'm gravitating towards the kind of stuff that would work best in a mosh pit. i am too much of a chicken to actually hit anyone (i'm one of those people who has never been in a physical fight. i've come close but never quite gotten there) so maybe subconsciously i'm mentally gravitating towards moshing cos i know if someone, anyone hits me i'll come out swinging. though i have been informed that what i listen to is not hard core enough (hey there K. see? i listen when you tell me these things!) the music that was recommended was a bit too much for me to handle. i may give it another shot if my ear drums are up for it. sigh. the mosh pit songs are below. me, i will be counting down the hours till happy hour ...
Riot - Three Days Grace
Bleed It Out - Linkin Park
Last Resort - Papa Roach
Headstrong - Trapt
granted i have never understood what the big deal about breasts is but then again, that's not my thing. appreciation is nice but when someone is like oh my god, boobies! hurray, look at those breasteses and twenty other such like comments it can be a little irritating. okay ALOT irritating. what's funny is that these kind of morons are always the kind to tell you that you have tits, like you didn't know. like they were watered in the shower and you somehow missed the fact that they had grown when you were getting dressed. ama something spontaneously combusted within you on your way to wherever and you couldn't possibly be aware what you had breasts. you must be told cos, you know, maybe they weren't there when you went to sleep the night before. really people, manners are important!
i have never personally anyone that was swept off her feet by an unoriginal ode to her breasts. yes, unoriginal. stupid people are many in this world so chances are she has heard many variations of whatever you are trying to pass of as a pick up line. on that note, anecdotes on how there was this one chile who was all a-flutter because you told her she has nice "jugs" or whatever will be ignored. if dudes are always complaining how women expect them to act like characters from romance novels and soaps then please don't be shocked when all women are not a manifestation of whatever men's magazine you read or song you listen to. it's common sense really.
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i seem to have alot of pent up aggression this week. so i'm listening to music to calm down and instead i'm gravitating towards the kind of stuff that would work best in a mosh pit. i am too much of a chicken to actually hit anyone (i'm one of those people who has never been in a physical fight. i've come close but never quite gotten there) so maybe subconsciously i'm mentally gravitating towards moshing cos i know if someone, anyone hits me i'll come out swinging. though i have been informed that what i listen to is not hard core enough (hey there K. see? i listen when you tell me these things!) the music that was recommended was a bit too much for me to handle. i may give it another shot if my ear drums are up for it. sigh. the mosh pit songs are below. me, i will be counting down the hours till happy hour ...
Riot - Three Days Grace
Bleed It Out - Linkin Park
Last Resort - Papa Roach
Headstrong - Trapt
4 Comments:
thre days grace deff a mosh pit song...the rest...maybe a when-i-grow-up-I-wanna-be-a mosh pit music lakini si youknow my style.....good to see your dabbling with your darker side....>:-D
now, whats all the aggro from habibi........nikii kiuru sweetheart?
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Hey you... dude from ucha.. cracked after reading your blog.. apparently I googled my surmane and voila it was in your blog. Dude-get-a-life. Mushene is mysurname and not that other thingy. Anyway, glad to see a bit of action in a random blog from central province. Not.that.im.not.from.there. and did Nguruwes.
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