Comments on: notes from the president

By: Saskboy

Saskboy — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 01:54:16 +0000

You should teach a class in throwing parties.

By: harris

harris — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 07:49:24 +0000

awesome. and check out your friends in the comments worrying that you’re talking about them.

the 70s coug one-piece is $.

By: raymi

raymi — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 14:37:14 +0000

I have gone so far as to talk with a diagnosed, medicated schizophrenic guy about fantasy books for an hour at a party my MOM had.

oh man hahahha and yes i have done similar on numerous occasions. another theory is morbid curiosity of these types and seeing how far we can push ourselves tolerating the awkward.

thanks mat.

By: raymi

raymi — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 14:35:02 +0000

lindsey did you read my coach purse rant. i have nothing more to offer on these chicks cos i avoid them like aids.

http://raymitheminx.blogspot.com/2008/04/goofiest-looking-bags-evs.html

By: Smojoe

Smojoe — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 12:45:08 +0000

Hey Raymi, you could rejig this post into a factoid and publish on Factoidz and make $2 a year for the rest of time. Just letting you know, I think this wisdom would be popular there.

By: Mat

Mat — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 10:53:59 +0000

I think that the pic of you leaning against the window in your blue dress is the best photo of you ever. Props to Fil?

By: Lindsey

Lindsey — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 06:09:03 +0000

You wrote about Debbies. What about Ashley Alcoholics? Privileged no minds who can’t control their booze, create drama, if you were to inquire about their “Coach” purse, you would have to listen to them say, “It’s real…it’s real” (even though it’s the ugliest fake monstrosity of a counterfeit status bag this side of Giant Tiger) – they are 18-24 years old and chances are their name is Ashley…

By: Joe

Joe — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 03:17:50 +0000

uh… the man in the black pajamas throws grenades.

I throw parties.

I’m cool. Really. Why won’t anybody talk to me?

By: Joe

Joe — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 03:16:22 +0000

1. Cute dress.

2. I call the phenomenon you describe “diving on the grenade,” i.e. the man in black pajamas throws amid your platoon and you dive on it to save the platoon.

I also tend to do this often at parties, particularly when I throw them. We’ve all felt like an underdog now and then, and I think it shows character to “take one for the team,” and subject yourself to 30-60 minutes (NO MORE) of debbie or doug downer.

(I have gone so far as to talk with a diagnosed, medicated schizophrenic guy about fantasy books for an hour at a party my MOM had. Stamp LOSER on my forehead.)

However, that said… why can they never naturally end a conversation, like how it happens with “the normals.”

I always conveniently take a leak/get a drink/smoke a bowl, and then just get caught up in another conversation with someone else, because it is an easy way to end those tortuous conversations.

Nevertheless, I always notice I am the only one who spends a decent/polite amount of time with these kinds of people, which begs the question… am I one of them and I don’t know it? Queue ((((((((GONG))))))))))

By: André

André — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 21:37:20 +0000

It is a bad idea to try and drink away social awkwardness. A bad idea all around. Speaking from experience.

Better to be awkward, in the long run.