CRINGE hahaha
we watched singles on friday nite so i guess i was feeling very 90s. do you think reality bites tried to emulate singles? anyway fil’s entire being is based on that movie. guy has a tattoo of the fire ring layne staley designed on his calf, had hair down to his ass (sensitive guy ponytail), owns every single cd from that entire scene/era, wool socks, um, other goofy shit. if you think this video is brutal wait ’til you don’t see the cat power one where i make a ton of meaningful eye contact with the lens and sing all mournful and husky and really give it on the i hate myself and i wah-ah-ahnt to die parts.
hey look it’s my new lightning conductor ugh. i didn’t realize the ears had metal in them yeah yeah holding any umbrella during a lightning storm is asking for it enough. i was so paranoid the other day i closed this thing up and just walked in the rain carrying it and scampered like a tard home getting all drenched. maybe i’ll cut the ears off.
also it’s a pretty tiny umbrella, no sharing, yet is just too big to jam in my purse.
ugh i’m so QUIRKY i know make room for the zany look out.
cid and i were hiding in the bathroom from the vacuum. this is why women have become stereotyped as homemakers, maids, domestic house goddesses (barf) whatever term you prefer, because asking a guy to clean first of all takes ages and all the nagging isn’t worth it but in the event you actually get your wish the guy turns into OCD freak and makes all this fucking noise to let the world know he is CLEANING look at me i’m dusting and sweeping i’m mary poppins. it’s like they use it as a weapon against you meanwhile all the times you tidy go unnoticed and happens in secret cos you’re not a glory hog you just want shit organized. next time fil cleans i am going to a spa. seriously he dismantles our entire living space when he goes to town all the chairs are upside down the table is on the balcony he puts any thing that was on the floor on the bed and chairs, dirty shoes even like a crappy art installation.
my dad gave me that.
my chore was the bathroom, fil never cleans it, dunno why he just doesn’t do bathrooms. omg he just walked up to me and said we need coasters stop bossing me!
clearance rack at shoppers is my boyfriend.
the one and only time cid detests fil.
i know what you’re saying about men and the cleaning bit…what takes me 5 min’s to vacuum the main floor and maybe 5 min’s to vacuum the stairs and upstairs, takes nick at least double the time. and he doesn’t do it unless he’s asked too!
and then he wants a statue erected in his honour i bet
when my husband vacuums it sounds like he is throwing the vacuum across the room and down the stairs. it makes me so tense to listen to it, but i don’t want to complain ’cause i don’t want to do it.
i know it’s like they are punishing us because they have to clean hahah so funny this is v good stand-up material.
i just blogged about this very fact, men cleaning. the majority of our arguments are about this very fact, dont even know why i bother anymore. no one asks me to clean the bathroom or get rid of the fuck load of dandelions in the yard or do the dishes when they are piled up so very high. i dont HAVE to be asked it is frustrating, kyle will clean or tidy or whatever if i ask him. but yes it is a production and then sometimes bitching if they dont get thanked. uhh hello?
hahahah being thanked, so precious.
i just got corrected, it is not being thanked it is being acknowledged. f that noise!
does he acknowledge your cleaning?
apparently!
this is a bad time of the month to be having this discussion i feel like it’s going to spill over to other things like noticing how much effort i put into beautifying myself one day or my outfit etc ha i just looked at your blog and you’re periodland too.
What happened to women staying home? Barefoot and pregnant, keeping the house clean and raising the children is the way it used to be. I’m ready to trade. While I can’t have kids, wrong chromosome thingy. I’m willing to put on the apron and have at it. So far my wife hasn’t been willing to trade. I think I’m going to go upstairs and leave the toilet seat up, so there, Raymi. One small victory for men.
Captain obvs
5 stars
Best ending ever.
Hailey asked for an umbrella last time I took her to La Senza girl so if you are looking for a taker for the lightening bolt pig, she will be pleased
I’m leaving for Miami this week.
ox
hahahahahahaha – so much truth in so little space. hilarious – thanx darlin’
hey kooky lady! are those fresh charisma kewpies or originals that you just scrubbed really hard to get super clean while waiting for phil to finish his housework?
also, if they are new ones did you get em via post or does someone in torontoland sell them now?
very badly need to know. now wish me happy birthday.
OHHHH mann
this was toooo good:
“this is why women have become stereotyped as homemakers, maids, domestic house goddesses (barf) whatever term you prefer, because asking a guy to clean first of all takes ages and all the nagging isn’t worth it but in the event you actually get your wish the guy turns into OCD freak and makes all this fucking noise to let the world know he is CLEANING look at me i’m dusting and sweeping i’m mary poppins. it’s like they use it as a weapon against you meanwhile all the times you tidy go unnoticed and happens in secret cos you’re not a glory hog you just want shit organized.”
i just quoted you in your comments because i had to take it and put it somewhere.
Mostly, I am left with the image of a wet tard, scampering home.
Love it.
I can’t even begin to explain my love for Singles. When I first saw it I was 14 and because of that one scene where Citizen Dick are watching the Bee Doco… I mastered the one eyebrow raise.. just like Eddie. Me and my cousin also made this overdubbed version of the cafe scene where they talk about homeopathy and… yeah. I’m pretty nerdy when it comes to all that early 90s Seattle stuff. It makes me happy.
every time by boyfriend so much as lifts a finger around the house, i come home to a play-by-play recap of every chore he completed, and when finished he waits expectantly for me to thank him for all his hard work (which i do, because his ego needs stroked constantly) like i am supposed to present him with a goddamn cookie or a pony or something. so the other day i came home from work and he made me go out back to admire (not kidding) this pile of firewood he had erected and i said, “hey, remember how filthy the house was last week? and see how clean it is now? that’s because I CLEANED THE ENTIRE FUCKING HOUSE on thursday. you’re welcome.” “oh, thanks baby.” the end.
dude, i nearly pissed myself over your glory hog bit, so true.
All I want is You was my sisters second wedding song
PS Jackson wants to marry our bath mat. I swear if we ever can’t find the cat- he’s lazin’ in the baf-room!
happy birthday sweaty! i got ‘em in vancouver and they’re repros and they were clean to begin with.