Please don't attempt to relate to me. It's just not going to work. Especially if we are from different planets, which we invariably are.
her: Oh wow! Where did you get your boots?
me: Fetishes Boutique. *grin*
her: Is that on South Street?
me: *inwardly cringing* No. It's not.
her: I've never heard of it before. What is it?
me: It's a SEX SHOP. They sell vibrators and whips and boots that are meant to be polished with someone's tongue.
her: Oh, that's cool. You know, I might dress like a dork for work. But, my boyfriend's in a band. (yes, those are her exact words.)
Your boyfriend's in a band and...what?
Your boyfriend's in a band and he shares you with the roadies?
Your boyfriend's in a band and you wear a chainmail bra?
Your boyfriend's in a band and the band calls you "Three Input Woman"?
I want to clue people in on something. And it's a big something.
Just because you are either (a.) in a band or (b.) screwing someone in a band does not automatically grant you status of HIPSTER COOL DADDY-O.
To be quite frank, most of the guys I know who are in bands are fucking dorks. And their girlfriends? Well. They're fucking dorks, too.
(didja geddit? didja? they're fucking dorks! hahahaha! I slay me.)
This co-worker is a nice girl. She really is. I don't mind her breathing the same air as me, which is a rarity. But, for the love of hairspray and pyrotechnics...DON'T attempt to relate to me using your boyfriend's Poison cover band.
Yes.
My name is Tara.
And I'm an elitist snob.
I'm a goth, after all. ;P
her: Oh wow! Where did you get your boots?
me: Fetishes Boutique. *grin*
her: Is that on South Street?
me: *inwardly cringing* No. It's not.
her: I've never heard of it before. What is it?
me: It's a SEX SHOP. They sell vibrators and whips and boots that are meant to be polished with someone's tongue.
her: Oh, that's cool. You know, I might dress like a dork for work. But, my boyfriend's in a band. (yes, those are her exact words.)
Your boyfriend's in a band and...what?
Your boyfriend's in a band and he shares you with the roadies?
Your boyfriend's in a band and you wear a chainmail bra?
Your boyfriend's in a band and the band calls you "Three Input Woman"?
I want to clue people in on something. And it's a big something.
Just because you are either (a.) in a band or (b.) screwing someone in a band does not automatically grant you status of HIPSTER COOL DADDY-O.
To be quite frank, most of the guys I know who are in bands are fucking dorks. And their girlfriends? Well. They're fucking dorks, too.
(didja geddit? didja? they're fucking dorks! hahahaha! I slay me.)
This co-worker is a nice girl. She really is. I don't mind her breathing the same air as me, which is a rarity. But, for the love of hairspray and pyrotechnics...DON'T attempt to relate to me using your boyfriend's Poison cover band.
Yes.
My name is Tara.
And I'm an elitist snob.
I'm a goth, after all. ;P
(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-26 02:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-26 04:34 pm (UTC)It makes ME goth. :D
(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-26 02:53 pm (UTC)ps. everyone sucks.
pps. their bands are probably my clients. L:P
(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-26 03:43 pm (UTC)and another thing
Date: 2003-02-26 03:44 pm (UTC)me another box of chocolates?
(special box)
Re: one man enters, two men leave
Date: 2003-02-26 04:36 pm (UTC)I'll cut yer leg off.
(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-26 03:57 pm (UTC)I'm not sure if I understand how having a boy in a band helps you understand vibrators and whips and boots that are meant to be polished with someone's tongue.
I mean, he could be in some kind of amish-god-rock band. *ponders*
and having dated my fair share of guys in bands, I concur. They are fucking dorks. I am also a fucking dork. Who fucks dorks. It's a weakness, I tell you.
sidenote: have not proceeded with operation frozen fish. am contemplating possibilities tho. you know how it is. ;P .
(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-26 04:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-26 09:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-26 07:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-26 09:06 pm (UTC)"rock out with your cock out!!!"
Date: 2003-02-27 06:06 am (UTC)sprechen die truth. (yay. quasi-German)
i wonder if she has bleach-blonde teased-to-the-limits-of-gravity hair.
she might like dokken.
she might like winger.
the scorpions.
i could go on, but i won't. it's too painful.
(*shudder*)
(no subject)
Date: 2003-02-27 04:52 pm (UTC)