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Showing posts with label Paris Hilton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris Hilton. Show all posts

Sunday, December 14, 2008

To discuss store sightings, from placentas to Paris

I've embarrassed Capricorn a time or two since we started dating by taking camera phone photos at various places for my blog. I told her it comes with the territory. There's comedy gold to be had... even in a hair and beauty supply store.

As Capricorn perused the fake eyelashes, I perused the aisles. I got asked four times by sales clerks if I needed help. They must've thought I was lost. But look what I found:









Friday, August 8, 2008

To discuss a week-aversary using crude humor

Can you believe I've been doing this for a week? I've got the attention span of a goldfish with ADD, and yet I keep putting up posts, and even more surprising, people keep reading them.
There's been more than 150 visitors so far-- including 100 of me (I do love myself).
There's even been visitors from all over the world, including England, Australia, Korea and Canada. I'm guessing that they visited because the cultural translation for "Wild ARS Chase" is "Paris Hilton Sex Video," but I'll still take it.
What's more, my mom hasn't discovered this site yet, in part because she likely thinks a blog is a piece of Ikea furniture. But as long as she doesn't check this, I can continue using words and phrases like sex, boob and Paris Hilton sex video without fear of a hairy palm laced-guilt trip of my certain damnation. I already have the book of Romans to do that.
I do hope to continue writing often, and I'm even more inspired when you guys leave comments, so keep that up. Otherwise, I'd feel like I'm only writing for my ego and my hairy palms, and, well, I can't handle two big things at once.
Good... got that out of my system.
I do love celebrating one-week anniversaries. It's like you're back in middle school, and you pass a note to your girlfriend on the week mark, with a big heart in it, declaring your unending love. And when most of my relationships at that age were about 3 weeks long anyway, a week was a 1/3 of the time I had. That's basically buy a house/have the first kid/consider leaving her for your secretary territory.
I remember one 8th grade romance where we decided around the one week mark that our official song would be "Lovefool" by the Cardigans (an odd choice, in hindsight). What was your official song?
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