So I haven't written on here in a while; I've picked up most of my daily ranting and raving and moved it to Facebook (where this also feeds to). Unfortunately, that means those of you whom I don't know personally aren't getting to interact with me (unfortunately for me...god knows what you are thinking).
So lets see where I left off (In no particular order)
- I went back to school, yes....again. This time it's fully-online and full-time in the evenings. I'm going for my MBA and as of Wednesday night, I will be 1/4th of the way through the program. It's going fast. I take 1 class at a time for 5.5 weeks, then the next day start a new class. Doesn't leave time for much of anything else.
- I started laser hair removal on my neck. I got sick of getting heinous razor burn every time I decided to shave...and really do not look good with a full beard. BTW, if you are thinking of doing it, apparently the neck is the second worse place to get it...the first being inside the nostrils. Hurts like a M*ther F*cker.
- I sold Reba. Yes, she served me well, but ultimately I wanted to get something a bit more me (and a bit more flashy). So I got myself a loaded up Altima (still without a name). He/She looks like this:
(Any thoughts on a name?) - Charlie is doing well. Keeps me on my toes...Though, he's been on his toes a lot this last week...
- So we got hit with Snowmageddon last week and got about 2.5 feet of snow dropped on us over the course of a week. Now it's snowing again. Well, this snow has managed to collect on the roof and is causing an ice dam which is leaking into the: Master Bedroom, Spare Bedroom, and Living Room. Fun, huh? Disaster recovery folks were here tonight and will be back later to rip some walls out, let them dry, and then put up new walls. Yeah, I am SO not looking forward to that.
- I went to B&K's nuptuals in July and November (I love them dearly, but don't ask).
- Work has (been great / sucked ass), depending on the week. I had a project that I worked very hard on, make it all the way to the CEO and Board of Directors, but I have a feeling my bosses are going to put their name all over it.
- I got my wisdom teeth removed last summer. Yeah. That's right up there with water-boarding and wearing a chastity belt.
Yeah. Um..so that was totally random...but I think it gets you caught up. ;-)
Labels: crap, daily life, food, friends, generalized insanity, observations, office insanity, pictures, rant, stupidity, thoughts, vacation
So I'm lying here on the couch, staring out the back window/door into the beautiful winter scene which is laid out on my back yard and the woods beyond. White and clean (not that the two are mutually exclusive), and yet I'm not thinking of the beauty of the snow...I'm imagining my car flipping 3 times end-over-end again as I hit an icy patch in the road.
Can't happen, you say? Well, it did. About 11 years, 11 months, and 11 days ago (don't make me count the days, because I know that's not right, but just go along with me). I was driving home from an LGBA meeting at school (that's the 'mo group on campus) and had just dropped off 3 militant dykes at their dorm (at 20-something they aren't bulldykes yet...). One had just commented on how much she loved my car, little Pedro the brand-new Neon (yep..."Hi!"). I said thank you and went on my way down the back roads between campus and mom's house.
I was listening to some Tori and getting a bit nervous about the ice when suddenly I hit a patch and skidded off the road. I tried to pull it back on and almost managed to when the tire hit the edge of the road and decided, "now's a good time to explode." This caused my car to take a nose dive into the ditch after which it proceeded to roll like a weasel ball into the marsh (wetlands for the Politically Correct).
I don't remember actually rolling. I've been told that this is a self-defense mechanism of the brain; that in times of great stress, it decides to change the channel for a bit. I remember the CD starting back up (it had started skipping when the car rolled) with a lyric from Mr. Zebra that sang brightly, "...Too bad the burial was premature she said and smiled." I turned off the car, which had dutifully popped out of gear mid-roll, and got out of the car.
Here's the scary part for me; when I was young, around 12, I started having nightmares. Well one nightmare. I was always alone in a snowy field and calling for help. There was a road beside me and a street light above me and I was scared and alone. That dream always left me feeling cold and totally freaked. So when I got out of the car this chilly January evening...I was right there living that dream. At the time, I didn't quite understand what was going on and didn't relate the dream to this situation. I was too scared to put those pieces together yet, but figured it out a few days later.
Anyway, the nightmare stopped, I guess it was premature or was it premonition? And no, I can't listen to that song anymore.
So now I stare out and look at that lovely snow the way that a child may stare at a shark at the aquarium and thank whoever will listen that there is a thick piece of glass separating us.
Labels: daily life, observations, thoughts
So I'm on the bus this morning going into my usual sensory overload with my iPod and book. You know, minding my business and trying to obliterate everyone else's business from my attention. Suddenly one of those million post-cards comes fluttering out of this chick's magazine. I thought, oh well, we're at a stop so she'll pick it up.
Yeah, well I would be wrong. The bitch just looked at it, and went back to reading her magazine. I looked at her magazine,
Elegant Bride and then, of course, had to give her the work-over.
- Dirty sneakers
- Houndstooth skirt
- Tight black tank
- Long acrylic nails
- Tattoo on her ankle(indiscernible)
- 6 months pregnant
Yeah, she's an elegant bride alright. Uh huh.
Labels: observations
So I was checking through my tracker and saw my usual minions visiting the site (still haven't figured out the one from phoenix), and I noticed some disturbing things while seeing out people got to my site.
- My usual links from my friends' blogs (nothing disturbing, unless you count my friends themselves
- Google Search for: "missy, peehole, sound" in Hungary (there are some sick fucking hungarians out there!)
- My usual searches for "80s slogans" and "Burnt Almond Torte" (mmmm torte)
- Google Search for: "scott patrick salon" (trust me, you don't wanna come to my house to get your hair did)
- Someone using Linux (aww...penguin geek love)
Um...yeah...
Labels: crap, daily life, observations
A new
study shows that there are differences between gay and straight brains. I began to wonder what this would look like and came up with the following illustration:
This is open to debate.
Labels: observations, stupidity, thoughts
So I was bored today and thought maybe I would just pop up some little facts about this blog-thingie/phenomenon (kind of like
pop-up video.) Plus I'm all about the unordered lists lately.
VisitorsI have my usual band of buddies, but I've been noticing over the past few weeks the following frequent flyers:
- Verizon viewer galavanting all over the MD, PA, and VA region
- Dude or Dudette in Phoenix (assuming I picked them up while on vacation last year)
Howdy folks, welcome, and please come again.
Search EngineSome facts about you people's searching habits:
- I am #3 on google for 80's slogans (Sweet!)
- I am #1 on google for "creamy chocolate sensation" for the same posting (Sweet, yet disturbing, I hope y'all were looking for the real chocolate)
- Some other popular search words: "the, scott, patrick (is there any other), monkey (love the monkey), burn, almond, torte (yeah baby!), evil, closet (redundant)" and a bunch of others.
Labels: crap, observations
I'm trying to get back into the swing of things having returned from 90-something weather to 50-something weather, so I will just throw out some random shit to keep y'all for now.
Observations on Vacation:- Floridians cannot drive -- It's called a TURN-SIGNAL people! USE IT!
- Jersey into Florida ≠ Classy -- Some woman got totally ripped apart by yours truly for abusing our waitress. The conversation went something like:
Bitch: This bread is HORRIBLE and DISGUSTING! Take it off our bill and OFF the MENU! (a) bread was delicious, b) the nasal Jersey accent is not pleasant at any hour)
Bitch: What is this crap? I ordered the Mahi sandwich!
Waitress: You ordered the Mahi...you didn't say sandwich.
Bitch: Take this back and get me what I wanted! (yah, I heard her order.. she said "I'll have the Mahi" dumb bitch)
Bitch: What is this ON (stress nasality of voice)??? Get me a real bun! Gawd! (um, yeah, the bread was a beautiful crusty hoagie roll that looked delicous)
So waitress brings out a hamburger bun...
Bitch: What? This bun isn't TOASTED! How do you expect me to eat this???
The rest goes much like this:
Scottie (walks over to Bitch's table): Excuse me, ma'am. We're sitting at that table way over there having a fabulous meal.
Bitch: Yah So??? (Janice from Friends wasn't this nasal)
Scottie: Well, your attitude towards the waitress, who has the patience of a saint, is ruining our meal.
Bitch: Mind your own business!
Scottie: It's kind of hard when your voice is piercing through the air 10 feet away and making it our business.
Bitch: Mind your own business!
Scottie: Are you from Jersey???
Bitch: Mind your business. I LIVE Here! (with Jersey accent)
Scottie: Fuckin' Jersey (turns and walks away)
Oh, and Bitch got up and left...and waitress thanked me profusely.
- Mental Note: I don't want to see another Bahama Mama after our Bahamian cruise
- Mental Note #2: When ancient hobbit of a man is wearing a speedo, don't look up as he bends over to rinse his scuba equipment, and thus expose his old balls to yours truly
- Open Letter to Fort Lauderdale: Dear Sirs: There is such a thing as free parking, Lycra is not intended for exterior-facing clothes, Rename your roads.
- To Pittsburgh: Please take note of Florida's climate, and try doing that.
- Northwest Airlines is Ghetto, Filthy, and Annoying; please don't tell me that there is a malfunctioning error light and that's why we are going to go back to the gate and sit on the plane for the next hour while some schmuck in a maintenance uniform checks it out
- If I EVER get my hands on those assholes who had to get off the plane in Detroit even after being asked to wait for those of us with very short connections, I will hurt you. You are evil and you must be destroyed. (We JUST made our connection, because the next pilot decided to wait 10 minutes for us to get there.)
Ok, that's it for now. Toodles all!
Labels: observations, vacation
So, as usual, I went to Mom's a few days before Christmas to help her with the Christmas cookies and just relax a bit.
We usually manage to crank out about 10 different types of cookies (about 4-6 dozen of each), and have a few drinks in the process. There were a few changes that were planned for this year, since mom, sis, and I are on diets. We planned to make only 5 different cookies and a half batch of each.
We still partook in some of the Mommy and Me Manhattans, but that's tradition; you don't fuck with tradition.
This year, however, the relaxation part didn't really happen, as we found that we had become Christmas Clutzes. Over the course of a day and a half, we:
- Spilled melted butter on the counter
- Spilled milk on the other coutner
- Dumped flour on me
- Slopped bourbon, sugar, butter mixture on me
- Dropped a pan of pecan tassies on the floor
- Flipped a pan of homemade rolls onto the floor
- Made double the dough that we had intended for one cookie
- Chipped the measuring cup
Shall I continue? Sheesh...
Anywho, Merry Friggin' Christmas everyone.
Labels: daily life, observations
Most of the time, I'm pretty oblivious to my surroundings. Especially when I'm shopping in my favorite 'hood, Shadyside. I can cross the street without looking and without getting hit, but don't ask me the color of the car that almost clips my heel.
So it surprises me that, Saturday, while shopping in the gay-borhood, I noticed the following conversation...well, monologue.
Some obvious white trash woman rounding a corner in front of an expensive jewelery store: "SORRY, SORRY, SORRRRRRRRY! If I hear one more fucking 'sorry!' I'm going to fucking scream! I HATE this fucking neighborhood!!!"
The guy she talked to just rolled his eyes and kept his mouth shut. I was trying to process what happened. Did she get bumped into in a store? Did Prantl's run out of
burnt almond tortes?
Just as I thought I was landing on the right reason, I heard her and her man as they turned to a passerby and said in a sweet, tired voice, "Can you spare a dime this Christmas?"
WHAT THE FUCK? Since when do panhandlers get the right to be belligerent? Bitch is lucky she didn't ask me for money. I woulda gone all Tourette's on her, "You Fuckin' C*NT, Don't you DARE come into my hood and critize people for politely responding when you ask them for Fuckin' money whilst they shop for fine goods in their favorite 'hood. Bitch, I'll cut your dirty, honky ass so fast you won't even have time to bleed. Get your ass back to whatever slum you came out of and while you're at it, eat a
pigeon or two, their population is getting entirely too high"
Whatever happened to polite bums? Like Sombrero Man*!
*For non-burghers:
Sombrero Man is one of the most beloved bums in the Burgh. No local or Pitt student hasn't met Mister "Annnnnyboddddy Gottt Annnnny Money?? Gottt Annnnyyyy Channnge?" There are plenty of
stories about this fixture.
Labels: daily life, observations
...and a fine-tooth comb, Pittsburgh's got crabs.
Imagine my f'ing surprise today when I walked out to get lunch and saw this crawling over ye olde Lazarus building.
As much as I hate seafood, this was like some Freudian nightmare (sans dead mother and bird beaks)
Labels: observations, pictures
I used to have a fine vocabulary; I could regurgitate words like loquacious, epiphany, tempestuous, and nomenclature just for my amusement. Then again, I didn't have many friends and was often viewed as being condescending.
So, I started to accommodate the average yinzer with my language and speak like a normal human bean[
sic]. I had to abjure these pretentious words in favor of more common vernacular.
So now look at the results of all of my efforts!
Now, I'm not implying in any way that my readers are of an elementary reading level, rather that I have generally retarded speech. Y'inz Guyz Goan Dahntahn N'at? :cringe:
P.S. I did not use a thesaurus for this entry and I was never THAT pretentious when speaking.
Labels: daily life, observations
...or, we just don't have to bleed to prove it.
Yeah, so like, I don't understand why men have to have
hormone cycles too. It's just not fair.
It's bad enough that we have to be the bread-winners, open the doors for people, be the first to propose :ahem:stan:ahem: , always open the door first, and worry about the position of the toilet seat.
It's all just too much for me. I'm going to go eat chocolate and lounge in my pj's.
P.S. Congrats to one of the cutest couples I know. :)
Labels: crap, observations, thoughts
...or, Remind me to never get up this early.
I'm writing this from my office at 7:00a.m. because I'm a sucker. I somehow got talked into going to an early morning presentation at the local "Old Boys Club" in town and therefore got suited up at some ungodly hour. First of all, it's quite a feat just to get me into a suit, but at 6:30a.m., that's just obscene!
I find it terribly disconcerting that it was still dark when I hopped on the early(special) bus into town. I find it more upsetting that the people are actually polite on the early bus. They aren't in a hurry. They don't stand in front of the bus so that they can be the last ones out. Hell, they even stay seated until the people in front of them have gotten up and are starting their exit for the bus. Inconceivable!
Then, as I'm walking across the plaza to my office in the sky, I hear this giant boom of, "Naaaaaaaants ingonyama bagithi baba" coming from the jumbo-tron behind me on the theater.
How apropos!
First of all, it scared the shit out of me. Secondly, isn't that how they welcomed the dawn in that god-awful play? It somehow translates to "There comes a lion." Yep.. that's me.
Labels: observations
...Or what happens on the HOV lane, stays on the HOV lane
I know that much of drama that I experience on the bus is perpetuated by my over-active imagination. I mean, Triggerfish, Pissy-face, Penguin, Courtney Like, Princess Pouty, aren't the real names, but names that I've bestowed upon the unfortunate-looking people on the bus.
However, there are some things I have to question:
- Why is it that, when the bus is full of people and I have to stand, the bus driver inevitably feels like she is steering the Jack Rabbit?
- Why is it that Cruella (another character), parks her ass in front of the door of the bus, even if she's the first person on? (Please step to the rear)
- Why do women feel that, even though I've been standing at the stop for a half hour, when the bus does finally arrive (2 minutes after they got to the stop), that they have the right to step in front of me?
- Why does the Law of Fat People Magnetism apply? Let me elaborate... When I sit next to a fat person, as I did this morning, why is it that another person of equal fatitude has to sit on my other side, flanking me like a pair of Buddha bookends causing my shoulders to be squished out of their sockets and into my chest?
- ...and finally, When one of those fat individuals is the county sheriff, why must his handgun be pointing at and digging into my thigh the entire ride making me dread each bump of the bus as the Jack Rabbit drives us 65 miles an hour down the HOV lane, throwing Triggerfish's crotch into my face?
I'll be fine, everybody, as soon as the meds kick in. Thanks for asking.
Labels: daily life, observations
...or How I Almost Wept
I love animals. Not in a Great-Great-Aunt Helen with her 32 cats and 4 dogs kind of way. Instead I feel the need to find homes for homeless pets, feed the small, backyard woodland creatures in the winter, and get teary whenever I see someone's dead housepet on the side of the road. I've been known to sob over a dead dog or kitty or sniffle over a little bunny (that J. probably killed, 'cuz that's the way he rolls).
I guess I'm just a sucker for lil fuzzy things (shut up ladies). Though, I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing.
Each morning, I drive one mile to the park and ride to pick up my bus into the 'Burgh. Today while pulling into the lot, much to my dismay, I see what looks like a dead black kitty:
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and the sob climbing my throat as I got closer. And then, much to the dismay of the cars behind me, I hit the brakes to avoid running over the poor, sad discarded hairweave.
Yes, I almost wept for a weave.
Poor Sh'Neequa's weave ran away and got hit by a truck. My sob turned into a guffaw and I thought "Damn, where's my coffee?" I parked, got out of my car, and took a pic (because I have this tendency of missing shit like this for my blog). I was thinking about how I would blog it, but was cut short by the bus that was pulling up to the stop.
So the next time you see someone's extensions crossing the road, make sure you slow down. You wouldn't want someone running over yo momma's weave.
Labels: daily life, observations
...Or, My Affair with Bed and Beyond
So, I have been looking for a new bedroom set for my room, aka "the guest room," with little luck. You see, I have this fantastic matress set in there that I love, but it's a Full. No one these days likes to make a full-sized bed. Granted, even I don't really fit on the bed (my feet hang off the end), but it is the most comfortable mattress I've ever slept on.
I remember back to days of sleeping on uncomfortable beds -- as in college -- so I can really appreciate a good bed.
The first really uncomfortable bed I slept on was that of my first bf (let's call him Dumbass). It was a rickety twin-sized bunk bed in his dorm. Two six-foot-something guys should not ever attempt it, though I was about 45 lbs lighter and built like Paris Hilton (except maybe still with bigger tits ;-)). The bed was springy in all the wrong places and I just couldn't sleep on it under normal conditions. So Dumbass and I just screwed until we were exhausted and would pass out; usually with me laying on top of him, sometimes in mid-screw (how's that for entertainment). It wasn't comfortable, but at that state of exhaustion, who cared?
Flash forward 3 years and Dumbass was in town visiting. He had planned to stay for a couple of days and I had to hide him from my parents (Mom and Dad didn't much care for Dumbass). The first night we stayed at the house of my most recent ex, Sweetheart, but in order to be sensitive to him, Dumbass slept in bed, Sweetheart on the couch, and me on the love-seat (yeah, I was being an asshole at this time...who else would bring The Ex, over to the recent ex's house? But in my defense, Sweetheart was the one who suggested it).
The next day, we got up and drove to my friend Lizzie's house. Lizzie's mom, I called Mama Bell, was the coolest mom around (as long as you weren't her own kid). She was a blonde
Debbie (from QAF). The house was this very old victorian with a creaky floorboards and a lot of character. In the front was a bedroom with it's own bathroom and 2 twin beds with tall posts. Mama Bell said we could stay there for the evening, but to go off an play in town for the evening.
I took Dumbass and Lizzie on a tour of the 'burgh and just had a pleasant evening. When we finally made it home, the house was dark and quiet, so we sneaked in trying to avoid making the floor squeak. I kissed Lizzie goodnight and went into the guest room. Imagine my surprise when I saw that Mama Bell had managed to push the twin beds together and tied them with rope so that they wouldn't part. That was the first time in a while that I cried. Not necessarily because of her generosity and acceptance, but because of my family's lack of. This never would have happened at home.
Not to wear our our welcome, I took us back up towards my parents' to spend the last night with Dumbass in a no-tell motel outside of town. This is the kind of place that you could get crabs just from driving by with the windows down. The beds were all hooked up to little coin-operated doo-hickeys that made the bed shake like an earthquake was hitting.
When I returned home the next day after dropping Dumbass off at his car, my mom confronted me. She had figured out that he was in town, and she was livid. This is around when she told me it was time to move out again and live on my own.
Flash forward another 7 years, I took J home with me for my pre-Christmas ritual baking-marathon with Mom. Mom and I usually spend the 2 days prior to Christmas holed up in the kitchen baking countless dozens of cookies for the family to consume until they pop. Mom and Dad had met J several times, but didn't really KNOW him very well, so this was the first time he was going to be spending a full day with them. We spent our day baking filled, chocolate drop, ginger, and pinwheel cookies while dad kept a steady supply of Manhattans for Mom and I, and beer for J.
At the end of the evening mom said to J, "you are staying, right?" He was a bit surprised, but said "I can...sure." To which mom responded, "well, Scott's old bed is covered with presents, so you're going to have to share the guest bed with him. I hope you don't mind." Thankfully I was a bit buzzed, so I didn't react too much at the time. When I think back now to Mom's first real display of her acceptance, it makes me a little weepy inside. Yeah, I know, I'm such a girl.
Labels: observations
...Or, Why do people hate on my name?
This morning started out much like any other. I woke up, showered, peed, ironed, and got on the bus. When I got into town I decided to stop by the Star*ucks in my building for a cup of crack, er, latte. The manager/dealer said "Good Morning, Scott! Having the usual?"
This alone should have scared me. I mean, sometimes you DO want to go where everybody knows your name, but at 5 minutes to 8 on a Friday morning, I just want to sneak my casual friday, jean-wearing self into the crack house and walk out with my stash and little fanfare.
So she yells back, after the obligatory "can I call" cadence, "Tall Vanilla Non-fat Latte for Scott!!!" and I slink off to the register where the lady says "good morning!" I pay my bill with the card that pays you back and "yes, I want a receipt." Then I tried to make my way to the barista bar to pick up my drugs.
I'm standing there when I hear "Steph!" I look around; no one else was standing there. Then I hear "Tall Vanilla Non-fat Latte for Steph!?"
"Uh, Scott maybe?"
"Close enough, here you go!"
And then I ran out of that place and hit the elevators to escape to my office.
Steph...Short for Stephan maybe? So now Steve has gone Euro. I thought about being offended, but then realized, I can now blame my latte addiction on Steve's Euro-alias, Steph. Now I just need to come up with other aliases to use at the dermatologist's office, the DMV, and other random places where they like to shriek your name.
Labels: daily life, observations
...Or, "I'm going to shit RIGHT NOW!!!" -Margaret Cho
So I've been seeing these ads for alli, the new FDA-approved weight loss pill. I thought I'd visit their
site to see what it's all about.
Of course, all of my interest focused on what they call "treatment effects." Here are some of the highlights and suggestions:
- gas with oily spotting
- more frequent stools that may be hard to control
- excess fat that passes out of your body is not harmful. In fact, you may recognize it as something that looks like the oil on top of a pizza
- You may feel an urgent need to go to the bathroom. Until you have a sense of any treatment effects, it's probably a smart idea to wear dark pants, and bring a change of clothes with you to work
- You may not usually get gassy, but it's a possibility when you take alli. The bathroom is really the best place to go when that happens
After I got done laughing my ass off, I thought, "Well, I guess I've learned a few things."
If you want to lose weight:
- you might just become incontinent
- you will no longer be allowed to "sneak one out" on the bus
- you may have to blot the pizza grease off of your ass with a napkin
- think Maxi-Pads with Wings
- every time you so much as hear the word "KFC," you will shit your pants
Labels: observations
...Or, High Times
Most mornings I wake up, drag my ass into the shower, then iron, get dressed, comb my hair and get on my way. I then drive 1 mile to the park and ride, hop on a bus, and am in town in about 10 minutes. Then, I get off of the bus, walk to my building, sometimes get a tall non-fat vanilla latte, hop in the elevator, and am magically whisked away to the land of 33, where I make my way to my desk to wake up. It's a process which is pretty much performed while on autopilot.
This morning, I was jarred out of my autopilot by the bus slamming on the brakes and throwing all of the unsuspecting riders into one another. I was deeply involved in the book I'm reading,
"Possible Side Effects", so I was even more shocked than the people who were actually watching where the giant breadbox on wheels was going. This royally f*cked up my morning. I found myself actually thinking about the bus, work, and where the hell I had to go.
The bus stopped and I looked up thinking, "is this my stop?" Then I walked around looking at the city, with more thoughts like:
- Was this sidewalk always cracked like this?
- Who the hell did such a crappy job on the bricks?
- Is that smelly homeless guy in white-man dreads always sitting outside of Starbucks?
- Wow. My Building is tall! I'm on the 33rd floor. That's high up! What if a plane hit the building? Why am I voluntarily propelling myself in a high-speed box up that damn thing. Maybe I should just go home
I wish that I could have stayed on autopilot today.
Thankfully, by the time I got on the elevator I was distracted by the thought of, "What was she thinking, wearing those shoes with that skirt? Tramp!" And I was back on autopilot by the time I heard that familiar :ding: of the elevator.
Labels: daily life, observations
...Or, What goes around comes around
So I'll just shut my mouth. Of course, after I mention that I was surfing through classmates and found that my ex-gf from highschool, who was all miss Ozzy Osbourne-listenin', Crystal Wearin', Booze stealin', horny on the first date (at 16) is now married and ::Gasp:: Catholic, just like her bible-thumpin', guilt-trippin', nasty mom. Yeah.. I didn't see that coming.
So yeah, I have nothing nice to say. Nope. Not one thing. Oh, except she has a baby now..that's nice.
Labels: observations
"it's a good thing daddy got me this retarded-looking hoodie..."
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Few can pull off a blue camo snuggie like that there little pile of adorable
I can't believe how bad Snowmageddon was. I wasn't there, but both parents of mine were in DC for some reason or another and were stranded. I uh, wanted to be your Facebook friend but I wasn't sure which Scott Patrick you were.
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