January 2010
19 posts
I’M MARRYING A GUY WITH GLASSES, A LIP RING, A HEADSET, AND STRIPED SOCKS...
– to myself, re: some guy named andy, i guess? and he plays a tuba? i don’t know, we got engaged through Twitter.
MUST DENY URGE TO BAKE PIE!
– to myself. i don’t really want to work on my thesis :/
IT’S LIKE FLANNEL PANTS WITHOUT A CROTCH.
– to my friends, re: her incredibly long socks.
THIS IS BULLSHIT. WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS TO MYSELF!? I KNOW READING IT IS JUST...
– to my friends, re: Cosmo magazine
I’M GONNA BE A DWARF PRINCESS. I’M GONNA BE THE PRETTY PRETTY...
– to my brother, re: my character next time I play Dragon Age: Origins
I DON’T TRUST CLUNKY MILK.
– to my mom. i threw out buttermilk because i thought it had gone bad. she claims all i needed to do was shake it and it would be fine, it’s “supposed” to look like that.
IS IT FORKS? LIKE A CRATE OF FORKS?…I’D HAVE PREFERRED THE FORKS.
– to my mom, re: a box thing that i had to put my summer clothes away in. a tad late.
VERY GOOD, YOU REPEATED WHAT I JUST SAID. TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR.
– to my brother, who also called the Yule Log stupid
NO, THAT IS NOT AN ENDORSEMENT. THAT’S JUST STUPID.
– to my mom, re: the Yule Log, which she is obsessed with. it was on Ellen.
NO, I SHOULD HAVE TOLD HER WE DON’T HAVE ANY FLOORS.
– to my mom. i answered a telemarketer call from a carpet cleaning service, and when i hung up my mom said i should have told her we don’t have any carpets.
MY SOUTHPOLE SNEAKERS ARE MORE “GANGSTUH” THAN MY HAT IS.
– to my mom, who complained that my baseball cap makes me look “like a gangstuh.” that’s her having a Queens accent, mind you, not referring to me as the colloquial term “gangsta.”
I MEAN BESIDES THE FACT THAT I ACCIDENTALLY TAPED THE SPANISH CHANNEL.
– to my dad, re: a tv show that i taped that wasn’t what i thought it was.
MY DWARF WAS ALL “OH, I’M BADASS, TAKE ME WITH YOU, I’M A...
– to my mom, re: Dragon Age: Origins
I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND MY PARTY MEMBERS KEEP EXPLODING.
– to my mom, re: Dragon Age: Origins
THE AIRPLANE WILL EXPLODE IN A FIERY RAIN OF COOKIES!
– to my sister. she’s bringing cookie dough on her flight, and my mom said that it has to go in checked luggage or else they’ll think it’s plastic explosives.
I PUT THE BELT ON THE PANTS. AND I PUT THE PANTS ON HER!
– to/with my sister. a modification of a line from Titanic.
YOU SHOULD EXPECT THE SPANISH INQUISITION ABOUT YOUR URINE.
– to my brother. my sister yelled at him for forgetting to flush; his response was “i didn’t expect some kind of Spanish Inquisition.”
I DON’T NEED TO WRITE ON HIS WALL. HE’S IN THE OTHER ROOM. I COULD...
– to my dad, about Facebook, which is still telling me to reconnect with my brother.
THE SLEEVES MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A WIZARD! BUT LIKE, A POOP WIZARD.
– to my friends. i was wearing a snuggie (much to my shame), and it is a brown snuggie. hence, a Poop Wizard.