I was reading a bunch of my earlier entries and I just want to delete half the ones that I just think aren't funny. Comedy comes and goes but when I'm in a bad mood it's just not there and a good chunk of my past posts are silly, stupid or some terrible combination of the two.
I have a good plomise ( i meant to spell it that way ) to myself to continually post here and have decent quality jokes and so forth. So starting tomorrow night I'll have a new post up.
It's called Liz's White Trash Habits.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Shame on me
I should be updating more often. I fully intended to update this at least two or three times a week when I first started it. This stupid little blog that no one reads was supposed to be my way of "saying" what I want to say to whomever felt like reading or hearing it.
Knowing me being too lazy and forgetful to remember to update it I just sit around until I remember to do it. By then there are way too many days between my last update and probably way too many things happening.
I've actually been meaning to do a lot so what I'll probobly end up doing is making a bi weekly check list to remember to check all my e-mails and stay on top of this, benrik and DA.
The plan is by the end of the year to have a well working-ish web comic.
I would love to start stand up but I wonder if A. I'm funny enough for it and B. If I'll have enough material.
I hate job hunting mostly because I'm lazy and don't really want any of the jobs currently available to me. I need to get motivated.
Blind Dates Suck but that is 100% a long post for another day.
TWS is as well. Im out!
Knowing me being too lazy and forgetful to remember to update it I just sit around until I remember to do it. By then there are way too many days between my last update and probably way too many things happening.
I've actually been meaning to do a lot so what I'll probobly end up doing is making a bi weekly check list to remember to check all my e-mails and stay on top of this, benrik and DA.
The plan is by the end of the year to have a well working-ish web comic.
I would love to start stand up but I wonder if A. I'm funny enough for it and B. If I'll have enough material.
I hate job hunting mostly because I'm lazy and don't really want any of the jobs currently available to me. I need to get motivated.
Blind Dates Suck but that is 100% a long post for another day.
TWS is as well. Im out!
Friday, May 16, 2008
Worthwhile People
So I'm incredibly pleased with myself. Finals are almost over. Maybe then I'll actually post here like I'm supposed to.
Good luck with life for the week everyone.
Good luck with life for the week everyone.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
This Blog will Chaneg your life
The idea is great an all. There is a book called " this book will change your life" Google it. Go to Benrik's website follow all thier silly ideas and suggesstions in an effort to change yor life hopefully for the better.
Make a free blog and talk all you want about whatever you're doing.
Just remember the internet is full of cunts and sure as hell I found one on this website. I made an offcolor joke. Ta Da That's what I do. And she got angry and pissy. So I replied nastily as always. And then she tries to act like I asked her to judge me on something I said.
IN reality the post went
Intro
Bad Joke
Topic 2
Topic 3 : Wow I can;t believe I said that about topic 3, oh well it's the internet judge me all you want.
Not.. Intro
Badjoke
Judge me offer.
Stupid bitch. Thank god I don't actually know her.
Damn internet. every 15 minutes there's either some retarded idiot leaving a comment on youtube or some nosy religious bitch in some other ocuntry sticking her nose in my god damn buisness.
Bitch.
Make a free blog and talk all you want about whatever you're doing.
Just remember the internet is full of cunts and sure as hell I found one on this website. I made an offcolor joke. Ta Da That's what I do. And she got angry and pissy. So I replied nastily as always. And then she tries to act like I asked her to judge me on something I said.
IN reality the post went
Intro
Bad Joke
Topic 2
Topic 3 : Wow I can;t believe I said that about topic 3, oh well it's the internet judge me all you want.
Not.. Intro
Badjoke
Judge me offer.
Stupid bitch. Thank god I don't actually know her.
Damn internet. every 15 minutes there's either some retarded idiot leaving a comment on youtube or some nosy religious bitch in some other ocuntry sticking her nose in my god damn buisness.
Bitch.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
"Term Paper Talkers" UNDER EDIT
As my friend Will calls them. Are infinitly annoying.
Today you will learn why.
I feel it is important to draw a distinct and yet small and grey line between people who talk like a term paper and people who use big words and shouldn't.
On the note of Big Worders:
I understand that everyone wants to be regarded as a well read and highly intelligent and intelligable individual. Using big words does not help get you there. You may know the word. You may know the meaning, and the use but that doesn't mean you know how to use it properly.
Big words can often be misused. Throwing too many into a sentence improperly makes you seem like an ass, not like a easily respected individual. When all is said and done and you leave everyone is making fun of you or at least commenting on how stupid you sounded. Just like with anything else the best policy here is to blend big and small words together.. to make functional sentences. Sometimes it's easier to use a large word because it can carry a more specific and neccesary meaning to a sentence, phrase or even a conversation. Other times that same large word just makes you seem like you're doing it so you can show someone else up or seem smarter.
Using a Big word when you shouldn't:
Example 1: If you aren't a doctor using the term " I'm as serious as a near-fatal Cardiac Infarction" makes you look like a raging douche. Just say Heart Attack.
Using too many big words when a smaller phrase will do :
Example 2:
Person A: You need to explain about interactions with or involving talking to Soa in manners that specify how i am or am not - feeling based on assumptions due to my general feelings or expressed concerns to people I was believed to be able to - - confide in which were detrimental to the fragile trust I attempt to build with my ex.
Person B: that seemed wordier than it needed to be.
Person A: you said specify. I decided to try not to leave anything out.
Person A: besides...being more lengthy really allows me to focus and prevent blurting out stupid statements and otherwise profanity.
In this specific example being wordy does not allow you to do anything but seem stupid. That entire phrase could have been boiled down to "Did you do _____" Person B is actually thinking "WTF" and the lame excuse provided by Person A in response to that WTF makes him seem even more foolish in the long run.
Using large words does not aid in the thinking before speaking process. That is still required for forming sentences that make sense and that can properly get your meaning across. Short and Big words don't do that alone, that's entirely you as a speaker or writer. Now being able to successfuly use big words is a skill, not one that you're born with but one you can learn to aquire and even still grow to appreciate when you use and see it.
Big Word Talking is also situation specific. If you are confronting someone about something speaking to them in an asnine way doesnt help your case or incline them to be honest or forthcoming with you.
Example 3: Dumb it down already.
Person A: I was simply inquriing as to the whereabouts of your person last night, if you would be so kind as to be forthcoming with me then I could decide whether or not my ire is properly placed.
Person B: Fuck off
Now thats not actually what Person B would say.. unless person B was me, in which case it's exactly what person B would say. What person A should have said was.. "Hey, did you do _______," Any large senetence can be "dumbed down" for lakc of a better phrase, doing this doesn't make you seem stupid or unintelligent it just means you have a knack for knowing when to speak casually and not like you have a raging rose bush branch up your rear end.
On the note of term paper talkers. These are people i Hate the most.
Example 4: Just Say Hello Dammit
On aim:
Liz: Hey, long time to talk what's up?
Ego Matt: Greetings and Salutations Elizabeth, indeed a lengthy amount of time has transpired since last we made aquaintence. I do hope that the world has treated you well in my abcense. How do you fair these days?
Liz: Dude, just fucking say hello like a normal human being. Christ Almighty.
NOTE: I'll be completing this post over the next day, I have to go to bed and get up in four hours. Sorry bout that folks.
Today you will learn why.
I feel it is important to draw a distinct and yet small and grey line between people who talk like a term paper and people who use big words and shouldn't.
On the note of Big Worders:
I understand that everyone wants to be regarded as a well read and highly intelligent and intelligable individual. Using big words does not help get you there. You may know the word. You may know the meaning, and the use but that doesn't mean you know how to use it properly.
Big words can often be misused. Throwing too many into a sentence improperly makes you seem like an ass, not like a easily respected individual. When all is said and done and you leave everyone is making fun of you or at least commenting on how stupid you sounded. Just like with anything else the best policy here is to blend big and small words together.. to make functional sentences. Sometimes it's easier to use a large word because it can carry a more specific and neccesary meaning to a sentence, phrase or even a conversation. Other times that same large word just makes you seem like you're doing it so you can show someone else up or seem smarter.
Using a Big word when you shouldn't:
Example 1: If you aren't a doctor using the term " I'm as serious as a near-fatal Cardiac Infarction" makes you look like a raging douche. Just say Heart Attack.
Using too many big words when a smaller phrase will do :
Example 2:
Person A: You need to explain about interactions with or involving talking to Soa in manners that specify how i am or am not - feeling based on assumptions due to my general feelings or expressed concerns to people I was believed to be able to - - confide in which were detrimental to the fragile trust I attempt to build with my ex.
Person B: that seemed wordier than it needed to be.
Person A: you said specify. I decided to try not to leave anything out.
Person A: besides...being more lengthy really allows me to focus and prevent blurting out stupid statements and otherwise profanity.
In this specific example being wordy does not allow you to do anything but seem stupid. That entire phrase could have been boiled down to "Did you do _____" Person B is actually thinking "WTF" and the lame excuse provided by Person A in response to that WTF makes him seem even more foolish in the long run.
Using large words does not aid in the thinking before speaking process. That is still required for forming sentences that make sense and that can properly get your meaning across. Short and Big words don't do that alone, that's entirely you as a speaker or writer. Now being able to successfuly use big words is a skill, not one that you're born with but one you can learn to aquire and even still grow to appreciate when you use and see it.
Big Word Talking is also situation specific. If you are confronting someone about something speaking to them in an asnine way doesnt help your case or incline them to be honest or forthcoming with you.
Example 3: Dumb it down already.
Person A: I was simply inquriing as to the whereabouts of your person last night, if you would be so kind as to be forthcoming with me then I could decide whether or not my ire is properly placed.
Person B: Fuck off
Now thats not actually what Person B would say.. unless person B was me, in which case it's exactly what person B would say. What person A should have said was.. "Hey, did you do _______," Any large senetence can be "dumbed down" for lakc of a better phrase, doing this doesn't make you seem stupid or unintelligent it just means you have a knack for knowing when to speak casually and not like you have a raging rose bush branch up your rear end.
On the note of term paper talkers. These are people i Hate the most.
Example 4: Just Say Hello Dammit
On aim:
Liz: Hey, long time to talk what's up?
Ego Matt: Greetings and Salutations Elizabeth, indeed a lengthy amount of time has transpired since last we made aquaintence. I do hope that the world has treated you well in my abcense. How do you fair these days?
Liz: Dude, just fucking say hello like a normal human being. Christ Almighty.
NOTE: I'll be completing this post over the next day, I have to go to bed and get up in four hours. Sorry bout that folks.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Seriosuly.. next time class woes.
I hate spiders. I hate them! So much. I can't stand spiders. I can't even pretend to stand spiders. They scare the shit out of me. Some people shit bricks. I shit mansions. Only I'm so poor if it cost a nickel to shit myself I'd have to vomit.
I really hate spiders.
And you would think, because I hate spiders so much I wouldn't deal with them. Which is strangely the EXACT oppisite. I deal with spiders all the time! I'm not an exterminator, I don't know how ti happens. I don't seek them out. They seek me out. Spiders find ME! When spiders are bored in college they like to cruise the local neighborhoods to see if a Liz is around so they can scare the bejeezus out of me and run laughing home before thier parents get mad that they busted curfew or find the pot hidden beneath thier mattress.
When I was a kid tho, and by that I mean when I was 16 my dad got mad at how abso batshit I would go if something had 8 legs. He yelled at me. Sometimes when one of your parents yells at you in that tone. You know.. that tone the tone that makes you feel like you dissapointed them deeply. You feel terrible. He told me I could be as afraid as I wanted just not to show it. It's just a tiny spider he said. Suck it up.
I could do this! I could be NOT afraid of spiders. So the next week when I saw a spider on my ceiling I made a PACT with the spider. I said "Mr. Spider, let us make a deal you can have the top two feet of my room, and do with them what you will but I get the rest of the room and you stay up there and I stay down here" And I think the spider agreed with me before for the next three months he was all over the ceiling.. But he never came down to me, we lived in harmony and it was good.
Then one day.. he was on my keyboard. I killed the SHIT out of him. I told him he had no excuse. He belonged up on the ceiling. He wasn't visiting his aunt ( his excuse ) because I killed her last year when she was on a sweater of mine ( which I also tried to throw out) So then I realized that spiders and I aren't meant to get along.
Just tonight I'm sitting here and I thought I saw something dangling in front of me. Mind you I have no working lamp in my room right now, so when it turns night time I oly am comforted by the glow of my monitor. I adjust my eyes and there's a frickin spider lowering down from SOMEWHERE to try and touch my arm. I flip. of course. I kill it between two dvd cases. I had nothing else at hand.
I remember one time I chased a spider around my desk with a screw driver. Do you know how hard it is to killa spider with a slot head screwdriver? It's not frickin easy!
They come down off my ceiling from no where. Just lowering themselves in front of my monitor, acting like dirt. I refocus and there's a fucking spider the size of a fucking gig stick in front of me. I flip out and fall backwards ot of my chair slamming me head against my bed and giving myself what I am sure could only be a minor concusion and stunning myself. Which def gave this spider the right and free will to lower itself closer to my now truly panicking form. I killed it with a book. That was last year. I still have not TOUCHED that book again.
And I'm telling you, being inebriated doesn't help me any. I get worse.
I was spinning in my chair playing with a slinky. I was drunk.. that's what I do. I spin and play with slinkies and think up bizarre situations for my web comic that I'm too lazy to draw but just motivated enough to story board. and I see a spider on my radiator. I freak.
Times like these I'm glad I'm home alone no one else has to sit and see me talk to myself about how ugly the .50 peice sized spider next to my pillow is.
"Liz.. bigg spider liz.. biiiig spider.. we gotta kill it.. no no we can';t kill it here. the other spiders will know! it's friends will know! We have to catch it - no no no no no touching the spider.. it'll kill us.. can't leave it there it'll get me while I sleep"
I decised a plan that a cd case and my converted into a pencil cup tooth brush cup could become an effective trap. I scoop up the spider and run into the bathroom with my only intention of leaving it in the cup until my Mother gets home and SHE can kill it. Good job.
But here's where the crazy peeks back in. I hate spiders.. but they look so cool! I love looking at them.. when they are on the other side of things that cannot hurt me. So I peek into the cup.. and it's gone. The spider is gone. Maybe it's hiding I tell myself. Maybe it's hiding somewhere. So I knock it on the floor. There is no spider. How did I not capture this spider.
Remember I'm still drunk.
"where is the spider.. It's like clock spider.. where is it where is it" I think to myself ( if you don't know what clock spider is go urban dictionary search it ) Then I realized it was probobly smarter than my drunk self and snuck off into one of the many slots on the radiator. So I flip again. I start pacing in my room. What if this spider is going to remember I tried to catch it.. and it comes to get me tonight.
I'm starting to sober up by now because I've scared myself pretty badly and being drunk didn't help but I manage to calm down enough to tell myself that I'm drunk, there's no way that spider is going to come back and try and get me while I sleep. Spiders are canniabls. ( I do research on spiders when I'm bored ) There is no way a whole slew of different spiders are going to come attack me. I should go to bed I tell myself.
I lay down and look at the ceiling, and I shit you not there is a fucking huge spider there.
I slept on the couch.
My friend Jess thought it might be hilarious to give me a gift she got down in florida, but when I opened the box it was a 4 inch wolf spider.
Dead of course, you don't think she'd give me a live spider do you? It was in this cute little wrapped box and had a ribbon and good lord she laughed.
In an effort to help me get over my spider phobia.. which isn't a phobia, I'm afraid of them but not to the point of not being able to function. She decided I should own spiders. All sizes.. all dead.
I keep the spider ( we named ralph) in the box.. closed with a rubber band.
Sometimes I think his ghost might be telling the other spiders where to find me.
Ralph's a bastard.
_Liz out.
P.S. Spiders Suck.
I really hate spiders.
And you would think, because I hate spiders so much I wouldn't deal with them. Which is strangely the EXACT oppisite. I deal with spiders all the time! I'm not an exterminator, I don't know how ti happens. I don't seek them out. They seek me out. Spiders find ME! When spiders are bored in college they like to cruise the local neighborhoods to see if a Liz is around so they can scare the bejeezus out of me and run laughing home before thier parents get mad that they busted curfew or find the pot hidden beneath thier mattress.
When I was a kid tho, and by that I mean when I was 16 my dad got mad at how abso batshit I would go if something had 8 legs. He yelled at me. Sometimes when one of your parents yells at you in that tone. You know.. that tone the tone that makes you feel like you dissapointed them deeply. You feel terrible. He told me I could be as afraid as I wanted just not to show it. It's just a tiny spider he said. Suck it up.
I could do this! I could be NOT afraid of spiders. So the next week when I saw a spider on my ceiling I made a PACT with the spider. I said "Mr. Spider, let us make a deal you can have the top two feet of my room, and do with them what you will but I get the rest of the room and you stay up there and I stay down here" And I think the spider agreed with me before for the next three months he was all over the ceiling.. But he never came down to me, we lived in harmony and it was good.
Then one day.. he was on my keyboard. I killed the SHIT out of him. I told him he had no excuse. He belonged up on the ceiling. He wasn't visiting his aunt ( his excuse ) because I killed her last year when she was on a sweater of mine ( which I also tried to throw out) So then I realized that spiders and I aren't meant to get along.
Just tonight I'm sitting here and I thought I saw something dangling in front of me. Mind you I have no working lamp in my room right now, so when it turns night time I oly am comforted by the glow of my monitor. I adjust my eyes and there's a frickin spider lowering down from SOMEWHERE to try and touch my arm. I flip. of course. I kill it between two dvd cases. I had nothing else at hand.
I remember one time I chased a spider around my desk with a screw driver. Do you know how hard it is to killa spider with a slot head screwdriver? It's not frickin easy!
They come down off my ceiling from no where. Just lowering themselves in front of my monitor, acting like dirt. I refocus and there's a fucking spider the size of a fucking gig stick in front of me. I flip out and fall backwards ot of my chair slamming me head against my bed and giving myself what I am sure could only be a minor concusion and stunning myself. Which def gave this spider the right and free will to lower itself closer to my now truly panicking form. I killed it with a book. That was last year. I still have not TOUCHED that book again.
And I'm telling you, being inebriated doesn't help me any. I get worse.
I was spinning in my chair playing with a slinky. I was drunk.. that's what I do. I spin and play with slinkies and think up bizarre situations for my web comic that I'm too lazy to draw but just motivated enough to story board. and I see a spider on my radiator. I freak.
Times like these I'm glad I'm home alone no one else has to sit and see me talk to myself about how ugly the .50 peice sized spider next to my pillow is.
"Liz.. bigg spider liz.. biiiig spider.. we gotta kill it.. no no we can';t kill it here. the other spiders will know! it's friends will know! We have to catch it - no no no no no touching the spider.. it'll kill us.. can't leave it there it'll get me while I sleep"
I decised a plan that a cd case and my converted into a pencil cup tooth brush cup could become an effective trap. I scoop up the spider and run into the bathroom with my only intention of leaving it in the cup until my Mother gets home and SHE can kill it. Good job.
But here's where the crazy peeks back in. I hate spiders.. but they look so cool! I love looking at them.. when they are on the other side of things that cannot hurt me. So I peek into the cup.. and it's gone. The spider is gone. Maybe it's hiding I tell myself. Maybe it's hiding somewhere. So I knock it on the floor. There is no spider. How did I not capture this spider.
Remember I'm still drunk.
"where is the spider.. It's like clock spider.. where is it where is it" I think to myself ( if you don't know what clock spider is go urban dictionary search it ) Then I realized it was probobly smarter than my drunk self and snuck off into one of the many slots on the radiator. So I flip again. I start pacing in my room. What if this spider is going to remember I tried to catch it.. and it comes to get me tonight.
I'm starting to sober up by now because I've scared myself pretty badly and being drunk didn't help but I manage to calm down enough to tell myself that I'm drunk, there's no way that spider is going to come back and try and get me while I sleep. Spiders are canniabls. ( I do research on spiders when I'm bored ) There is no way a whole slew of different spiders are going to come attack me. I should go to bed I tell myself.
I lay down and look at the ceiling, and I shit you not there is a fucking huge spider there.
I slept on the couch.
My friend Jess thought it might be hilarious to give me a gift she got down in florida, but when I opened the box it was a 4 inch wolf spider.
Dead of course, you don't think she'd give me a live spider do you? It was in this cute little wrapped box and had a ribbon and good lord she laughed.
In an effort to help me get over my spider phobia.. which isn't a phobia, I'm afraid of them but not to the point of not being able to function. She decided I should own spiders. All sizes.. all dead.
I keep the spider ( we named ralph) in the box.. closed with a rubber band.
Sometimes I think his ghost might be telling the other spiders where to find me.
Ralph's a bastard.
_Liz out.
P.S. Spiders Suck.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Next time, the horror of a three hour long lecture on excel!
I have always appreciated the terms "in my journeys.." or "in my life I have found.." unfortunatly for someone of my few and in comparison far from wild but substantially stupid years I don't often get the ability to use it unless I want to lend to my story serious sarcasm or a sardonic tone. I do know some things tho. One of which is that if you want to over hear some seriously bizarre things hop on your local public transportation.
I don't think there is anywhere else in MY city you could over hear two girls arguing over who is a whore and who stoles drugs out of who's purse. Two grandmothers discussing the benefits of confiscating thier grandson's fronts ( gold and silver teeth coverings, also see bling) in order to extract higher grades on ther report cards. You'll also get the basest and most revolting pick up lines shouted from bus windows and muttered between girls who clearly aren't having it and guys who wish they could. I mean to be honest what could be more appealing than someone who thinks I look tastier than a box of chicken while holding his pants up with one hand and a bus rail with the other. Today I saw someone who had a belt on! Of course it was fastened tight around his knees so while he didn't have to hold his pants up his ass was still on display in red slightly transparent boxer briefs. when I began to see more than I ever wanted to .
I for one don't leave the house in the morning hoping to see some guys ass. I also heard " I read all about that shit on myspace" this morning, about.. I dunno. 5 times? Let alone knowing that myspace isn't worth the html that it's typed in.
Whenever I feel like finding something to be angry about I'll catch the bus. sitting in the food court of a mall is just as rewarding but I prefer the bus because then I can actually record what I'm hearing and not have to filter out stuff.
I think sometimes my hatred of the world boils everyone down into two groups. Peoples and Persons. Persons.. persons like you and me, smart intelligent humanoids who seek out interesting things to read and do. Who tend to have smarter conversations. and People.. Oo I hate people. people large groups of persons who somehow lose all common sense and reason. Sometimes people consist of groups of people who never had common sense or reason in the first place. Like the bus driver I had who didn't know that ducks could fly.
People defy all sense of natural selection and if it weren't for civilization and human rights I'm sure an open season wouldn't be too frowned upon. But that opens a whole new can of worms.
Blah blah.
Tho I do have to say there is nothing I dislike more than finding out a person I liked it is actually a people I don't.
enough of this angry complaining for now. I have to go do homework for useless classes, which I'llbitch all about later.
I don't think there is anywhere else in MY city you could over hear two girls arguing over who is a whore and who stoles drugs out of who's purse. Two grandmothers discussing the benefits of confiscating thier grandson's fronts ( gold and silver teeth coverings, also see bling) in order to extract higher grades on ther report cards. You'll also get the basest and most revolting pick up lines shouted from bus windows and muttered between girls who clearly aren't having it and guys who wish they could. I mean to be honest what could be more appealing than someone who thinks I look tastier than a box of chicken while holding his pants up with one hand and a bus rail with the other. Today I saw someone who had a belt on! Of course it was fastened tight around his knees so while he didn't have to hold his pants up his ass was still on display in red slightly transparent boxer briefs. when I began to see more than I ever wanted to .
I for one don't leave the house in the morning hoping to see some guys ass. I also heard " I read all about that shit on myspace" this morning, about.. I dunno. 5 times? Let alone knowing that myspace isn't worth the html that it's typed in.
Whenever I feel like finding something to be angry about I'll catch the bus. sitting in the food court of a mall is just as rewarding but I prefer the bus because then I can actually record what I'm hearing and not have to filter out stuff.
I think sometimes my hatred of the world boils everyone down into two groups. Peoples and Persons. Persons.. persons like you and me, smart intelligent humanoids who seek out interesting things to read and do. Who tend to have smarter conversations. and People.. Oo I hate people. people large groups of persons who somehow lose all common sense and reason. Sometimes people consist of groups of people who never had common sense or reason in the first place. Like the bus driver I had who didn't know that ducks could fly.
People defy all sense of natural selection and if it weren't for civilization and human rights I'm sure an open season wouldn't be too frowned upon. But that opens a whole new can of worms.
Blah blah.
Tho I do have to say there is nothing I dislike more than finding out a person I liked it is actually a people I don't.
enough of this angry complaining for now. I have to go do homework for useless classes, which I'llbitch all about later.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
How Not To Suck: Get GAME
Here I Go, Here I go, Here I go Again..
(Ladies) What's My Weakness? MEN! - Salt n Pepa
It's true, it's true. Who doesn't have a weakness for men. except maybe quite a few other men. I however must admit that tall and handsome can get my motor running. I go flabbergasted when a cute guy talks to me and my own personal shortcoming is being shy as hell when it comes to talking to someone I think is cute about the fact that I think he's cute.
Flirting however. I'm amazing at. Or so I like to think. It's not like there's a class on this sort of thing. No one ever walks up to you and says, "jesus christ you are the worst flirter I have ever seen in my entire life, please stop for the sake of all of our sanities" To be fair the movies and t.v. shows totally paint an incorrect picture of how to flirt. I personally think that acting honestly and true to yourself you could get someone interested you easily.
You do NOT however do what has happened to me today, or countless other times. I left my house this morning to go and get my learners. ( Finally I know.) About a block away from my house and 4 minutes or so into the entire mile trip to the DMV/MVA a man across the street shouted at me. "EXCUSE ME!" I was thinking that maybe someone needed directions so I turned around looking for maybe a car or thinking that perhaps I dropped something. It was just some dude across the street from me. So I turned and went back about my business. He continued to shout at me for the next 15 minutes. The entire walk from my house to the Mall he shouted at me. "Hey Baby! Sweet heart, Baby Girl, Honey, Yo yo yo, Hey Sweet Heart. Yo backpack baby girl" None of which I turned around to. At one point he even crossed the street and shouted at me while I was walking in front of him. I wasn't flattered. And I'd be seriosuly dissapointed in anyone who would actually turn around and give some ignorant yokel thier number after being shouted at for 15 minutes in a most unflattering manner.
I have had people tell me that they don;t believe that walking up to someone and simply talking to them will give them any chance. To that I say Phooey and PSHCHAW! I have walked up to quite a few complete strangers and spoken to them. Usually it's not for phone numbers but it doesn't take some smooth pick up line to get someones attention.
I don't think I have personally ever recieved a good pick up line:
1. Damn baby, the good lord super sized your chest
2. Where I come from we call you corn bread women
3. Did you fall from heaven? cause I love dead chicks..
4. Lemme get yo number baby, cause you supa fine
And I definately don't like any I have heard from other people:
1. Nice shoes wanna fuck?
2. You look tired, probobly because you've been running through my mind all day
3. Damn bitch you stupid fly lemme get up on yo bumper and smack that monkey
4. If I said you had a nice body would you hold it against me?
Even some of the more nerdy ones make it seem pretty funny but even then for anything less than a goofy opener it's not worth while. If you feel that your own personality is so deficiant that you require a stupid pick up line the girl who seems interested in you will eventually find out anyway. People be yourself. That's all the game you need.
Next time you think someone's good looking. Just walk up to them and say "hi, My name is ___ I think you are very pretty/sexy/good looking, and while I don't mean to seem crude I was wondering if I could get your number/screenname/e-mail adress. Or even go out with you now for a cup of tea./coffee./whiskey.
For the fucking world's sake please don't run up behind some person and shout at them. Don't crotch thrust when they walk by and shout "Damn baby, man could get used to lovin a woman like you"
And just another word of advice be well dressed when you do it. Because it's kinda hard for anyone to take you seriously when one of your hands is constantly tied up with holding your own damn pants up. Get pants that fit. And maybe a belt. Get some guts or some balls and maybe a shot of courage and walk up to someone dammit.,
GAME IS OVER RATED. Honesty isn't.
Don't suck like that creepy dude today.
_Liz out.
(Ladies) What's My Weakness? MEN! - Salt n Pepa
It's true, it's true. Who doesn't have a weakness for men. except maybe quite a few other men. I however must admit that tall and handsome can get my motor running. I go flabbergasted when a cute guy talks to me and my own personal shortcoming is being shy as hell when it comes to talking to someone I think is cute about the fact that I think he's cute.
Flirting however. I'm amazing at. Or so I like to think. It's not like there's a class on this sort of thing. No one ever walks up to you and says, "jesus christ you are the worst flirter I have ever seen in my entire life, please stop for the sake of all of our sanities" To be fair the movies and t.v. shows totally paint an incorrect picture of how to flirt. I personally think that acting honestly and true to yourself you could get someone interested you easily.
You do NOT however do what has happened to me today, or countless other times. I left my house this morning to go and get my learners. ( Finally I know.) About a block away from my house and 4 minutes or so into the entire mile trip to the DMV/MVA a man across the street shouted at me. "EXCUSE ME!" I was thinking that maybe someone needed directions so I turned around looking for maybe a car or thinking that perhaps I dropped something. It was just some dude across the street from me. So I turned and went back about my business. He continued to shout at me for the next 15 minutes. The entire walk from my house to the Mall he shouted at me. "Hey Baby! Sweet heart, Baby Girl, Honey, Yo yo yo, Hey Sweet Heart. Yo backpack baby girl" None of which I turned around to. At one point he even crossed the street and shouted at me while I was walking in front of him. I wasn't flattered. And I'd be seriosuly dissapointed in anyone who would actually turn around and give some ignorant yokel thier number after being shouted at for 15 minutes in a most unflattering manner.
I have had people tell me that they don;t believe that walking up to someone and simply talking to them will give them any chance. To that I say Phooey and PSHCHAW! I have walked up to quite a few complete strangers and spoken to them. Usually it's not for phone numbers but it doesn't take some smooth pick up line to get someones attention.
I don't think I have personally ever recieved a good pick up line:
1. Damn baby, the good lord super sized your chest
2. Where I come from we call you corn bread women
3. Did you fall from heaven? cause I love dead chicks..
4. Lemme get yo number baby, cause you supa fine
And I definately don't like any I have heard from other people:
1. Nice shoes wanna fuck?
2. You look tired, probobly because you've been running through my mind all day
3. Damn bitch you stupid fly lemme get up on yo bumper and smack that monkey
4. If I said you had a nice body would you hold it against me?
Even some of the more nerdy ones make it seem pretty funny but even then for anything less than a goofy opener it's not worth while. If you feel that your own personality is so deficiant that you require a stupid pick up line the girl who seems interested in you will eventually find out anyway. People be yourself. That's all the game you need.
Next time you think someone's good looking. Just walk up to them and say "hi, My name is ___ I think you are very pretty/sexy/good looking, and while I don't mean to seem crude I was wondering if I could get your number/screenname/e-mail adress. Or even go out with you now for a cup of tea./coffee./whiskey.
For the fucking world's sake please don't run up behind some person and shout at them. Don't crotch thrust when they walk by and shout "Damn baby, man could get used to lovin a woman like you"
And just another word of advice be well dressed when you do it. Because it's kinda hard for anyone to take you seriously when one of your hands is constantly tied up with holding your own damn pants up. Get pants that fit. And maybe a belt. Get some guts or some balls and maybe a shot of courage and walk up to someone dammit.,
GAME IS OVER RATED. Honesty isn't.
Don't suck like that creepy dude today.
_Liz out.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
How Not To Suck: Learn to Spell
Listen, this is perhaps the easiest by far task in learning not to suck. Spell things properly. Now this does have some stipulations. Mispelling a word every now and then is okay. A few typos. A yuo or a teh once in a while by accident is perfectly fine. Sometimes spelling bear instead of bare is alright too, everyone accidentally looks over when they spell check thier own shit, and microsoft word doesn't catch every little error. There is however a line that should be drawn when it comes to e-mails, text messages and instant messages.
I understand that people are hooked to text messaging. I'm not one of those people. I rarely ever do it, never on my own phone. When I do it's on a friends phone and I swear to you I still spell out every word. if they charged you by character I can totally see the justification for the abbreviation of every word but as is shortening everything just makes you look like an ass hole. Even if it seems to take time, you could save more time calling the person than standing around typing something with your fucking thumbs. Texts are justified when in clubs, libraries, restaurants, movie theatres.. but really sometimes I don't see why everyone needs to text everyone everything anyway. Enough of this tangent. I was saying..
I do not find the need for people to use letters or numbers as words in any situation unless in extreme hurry. I very seriously doubt that half the people I know who do this are always in a such a damn hurry that they feel the need to barrage me with u's 2's ur's ur'e's and rusrs??'s.
Sometimes I will take my very precious and valuable time and yell at the people I know who do this. Berate them and tell them that if they just fucking take the time to learn how to type it would be faster to type out the whole damn word and qiut assualting my senses ( my eyes ) with thier battering of the English Language.
Tonight however was something extremely special. Someone messaged me and told me that they saw the super bowl and that they were very happy that the Giants "one" I shit you not. He typed a fucking number! He didn't just do it once, he did it fucking three times. And only corrected himself the last time. I was too dumbfounded to be able to double take and say anything smart ass back I just sat in my chair dumbfounded. This is a mother fucking college graduate and he can't pick the right damn homonym to type when a foot ball team WINS a game? This isn't the first time this has happened either. He does this alot. I cannot stand talking to people who do this. Is it so hard to know the proper words to type? It IS your fluent language afterall. It's the one you wake up and speak in the morning. if they were from another country I could ignore it without issue, they don't know better.. but these people do... they fucking do!
They know better! And because they know better and refuse to stop acting like douche bags. THEY SUCK.
Here's your lesson today. Don't fucking suck. Learn how to spell!
I understand that people are hooked to text messaging. I'm not one of those people. I rarely ever do it, never on my own phone. When I do it's on a friends phone and I swear to you I still spell out every word. if they charged you by character I can totally see the justification for the abbreviation of every word but as is shortening everything just makes you look like an ass hole. Even if it seems to take time, you could save more time calling the person than standing around typing something with your fucking thumbs. Texts are justified when in clubs, libraries, restaurants, movie theatres.. but really sometimes I don't see why everyone needs to text everyone everything anyway. Enough of this tangent. I was saying..
I do not find the need for people to use letters or numbers as words in any situation unless in extreme hurry. I very seriously doubt that half the people I know who do this are always in a such a damn hurry that they feel the need to barrage me with u's 2's ur's ur'e's and rusrs??'s.
Sometimes I will take my very precious and valuable time and yell at the people I know who do this. Berate them and tell them that if they just fucking take the time to learn how to type it would be faster to type out the whole damn word and qiut assualting my senses ( my eyes ) with thier battering of the English Language.
Tonight however was something extremely special. Someone messaged me and told me that they saw the super bowl and that they were very happy that the Giants "one" I shit you not. He typed a fucking number! He didn't just do it once, he did it fucking three times. And only corrected himself the last time. I was too dumbfounded to be able to double take and say anything smart ass back I just sat in my chair dumbfounded. This is a mother fucking college graduate and he can't pick the right damn homonym to type when a foot ball team WINS a game? This isn't the first time this has happened either. He does this alot. I cannot stand talking to people who do this. Is it so hard to know the proper words to type? It IS your fluent language afterall. It's the one you wake up and speak in the morning. if they were from another country I could ignore it without issue, they don't know better.. but these people do... they fucking do!
They know better! And because they know better and refuse to stop acting like douche bags. THEY SUCK.
Here's your lesson today. Don't fucking suck. Learn how to spell!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
How Not To Suck: Don't be like Mike part 1
News: If you were reading this blog for Benrikian related news feel free to tune into my actual Benrikian Blog. I'll post the link in the about me section. This blog is now by request and approval being turned into a "How not to suck" manual.
This week: How not to suck: Don't be like Mike.
In order to dodge being a slanderer. I won't post this idiot's last name. But I an be so bold to say this guy named Mike I know. Has no friends. I'm not his friend. I hate this kid. For good reason. he has a martyr complex. That however is not the only reason I dislike him for a great deal.
The main reason I can't stand him is because he stalks my friends. He isn't the only one. There are lots of others mostly how have received stalker nick names. There is nothing more detrimental to having decent friendships that recieving the nick name with stalker in it. Stalker Dave, Stalker JMC, Asian Stalker.
Some of the best advice is that you are NOT A STALKER. Don't be a Stalker. 5 words. They are very simple to follow. Don't attach yourself to someone emotionally and phyisically who clearly rejects you and follow them everywhere. It's not a good idea.
Also don't get thier personal information and send them several letters and e-mails confessing your already rejected love for them. Do not under any circumstances invite yourselves along on their parties or trips and events. Don't bitch to everyone they know that you love them and ask for advice on how to make them love you.
I understand and so does everyone that getting and keeping friends is not easy, but acting like a creepy person does not lend any credit to your case.
Harassing people because they have done something you dislike also does not help. Do not report false occurances of harassment simply because you feel wounded. Sometimes it's hard to move on. But usually that's what you need to do. If you need to move on and find new friends who are into different stuff that's a great idea.
Rather than alienate everyone who knows you already by acting like a martyred and self important mousey somebody who only knows the ability to be a buzz kill.
Another aspect of stalking is definitly reading peoples livejournals and facebook status updates and then talking to them constantly of what they've written with random references not actually tied into anything that they or you have said during the whole conversation.
ex: Me: Yea, it was a heck of a zoo trip Him: I bet, and if you ever need someone to talk to any time of day feel free to call me.
I sat there for a good hour trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about. Two days later I figured it out I had bitched about how no one was online to talk to at 4am. Well to be fair to everyone else it was 4 fucking am. No one is supposed to be online. I didn't mean to imply I never had anyone to talk to. Which is apparently what he assumed. Still there was no need to just drop a line like that. One time I also got into a car with him and he made a reference to a livejournal account I had that he wasn't not supposed to know about. How he found out I do not know, but to cut a long story short I could write entries and entries on how not to suck off his example. I felt it important to include that little tidbit however.
Thank Mike and Tam for this Shining Example of Douche Bag. Now you know more of what.. NOT TO DO
~Lizard
This week: How not to suck: Don't be like Mike.
In order to dodge being a slanderer. I won't post this idiot's last name. But I an be so bold to say this guy named Mike I know. Has no friends. I'm not his friend. I hate this kid. For good reason. he has a martyr complex. That however is not the only reason I dislike him for a great deal.
The main reason I can't stand him is because he stalks my friends. He isn't the only one. There are lots of others mostly how have received stalker nick names. There is nothing more detrimental to having decent friendships that recieving the nick name with stalker in it. Stalker Dave, Stalker JMC, Asian Stalker.
Some of the best advice is that you are NOT A STALKER. Don't be a Stalker. 5 words. They are very simple to follow. Don't attach yourself to someone emotionally and phyisically who clearly rejects you and follow them everywhere. It's not a good idea.
Also don't get thier personal information and send them several letters and e-mails confessing your already rejected love for them. Do not under any circumstances invite yourselves along on their parties or trips and events. Don't bitch to everyone they know that you love them and ask for advice on how to make them love you.
I understand and so does everyone that getting and keeping friends is not easy, but acting like a creepy person does not lend any credit to your case.
Harassing people because they have done something you dislike also does not help. Do not report false occurances of harassment simply because you feel wounded. Sometimes it's hard to move on. But usually that's what you need to do. If you need to move on and find new friends who are into different stuff that's a great idea.
Rather than alienate everyone who knows you already by acting like a martyred and self important mousey somebody who only knows the ability to be a buzz kill.
Another aspect of stalking is definitly reading peoples livejournals and facebook status updates and then talking to them constantly of what they've written with random references not actually tied into anything that they or you have said during the whole conversation.
ex: Me: Yea, it was a heck of a zoo trip Him: I bet, and if you ever need someone to talk to any time of day feel free to call me.
I sat there for a good hour trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about. Two days later I figured it out I had bitched about how no one was online to talk to at 4am. Well to be fair to everyone else it was 4 fucking am. No one is supposed to be online. I didn't mean to imply I never had anyone to talk to. Which is apparently what he assumed. Still there was no need to just drop a line like that. One time I also got into a car with him and he made a reference to a livejournal account I had that he wasn't not supposed to know about. How he found out I do not know, but to cut a long story short I could write entries and entries on how not to suck off his example. I felt it important to include that little tidbit however.
Thank Mike and Tam for this Shining Example of Douche Bag. Now you know more of what.. NOT TO DO
~Lizard
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Teach Mother Nature who is in charge. Also: How to be a better friend.
So you guys are gettign a real short entry for the Benrik Section. I was supposed to teach mother nature who was boss this week. Since I was barely home and spent my days falling through ceilings and spreading fiber glass insulation everywhere Mother Nature only had to deal with my neglecting my bunny, and leaving my computer, monitor, speakers, light and space heater on for a week straight. Solid. I was also super lazy. And was either driven or walked everywhere. I also shoveled lots of horse shit. Boo on me.
The main chunk of this blog is taken up in my new past time.. writing how I think my "friends suck" and thusly giving you ( whoever reads this ) an instruction manual on how NOT to be a shitty friend.
The first installation into How to Be a Better friend.. a.k.a Maybe you suck and don't know it yet is all about friend courtesy.
Specifically? Job References: How to get your friends to agree to lie officially for you.
Everyone has dreaded job interviews and everyone totally lies about something they say they can do so they can score the job and land some cash. "Yes I can type. Yes I love kids. Yes I'm a people person. No I don't mind working early in the day to late late at night." It's not wrong.. per-se. Asking a friend to be a reference.. also not wrong. But it's all in how you do it.
First off usually it's important that you get a friend who doesn't have moral qualms about lying for you. If you ask they will probobly say no.. and then you're screwed.
Second it's important that you fucking ask your god damn so called friend if they MIND if you use them as a reference. DO NOT just have whatever job you used them as a reference for call them as soon as you leave an interview asking your so called friend to describe you and your work ethic without any warning. If you do this to the wrong person they might give a bad recommendation .. just to teach you the lesson you so obviously deserve.
Third. It's very important that if a friend is going to lie for you, that they are actually friends with you. You need to ask someone you can trust, who also trusts you. If you ask a friend who secretly hates you to give a job reference and for shits and giggles behind your back tells your might maybe soon to be boss that you actually smoke pot all the time and you were fired for being a smart ass lazy worthless human being and that he not only regrets hiring you but would hunt down and burn down any company that considers it. If it's not a glowing recommendation, and you're not sure they'll give you one. Don't do it.
Fourth. Assuming that your friend has already agreed to lie for you, and they will say something nice. Make it easier for them. Don't ask them to lie for you in an obviously bogus situation. If you are allergic to pets don't ask them to lie and say you are great with animals. If you secretly hate children don't ask them to pretend they hired you as a nanny. If you like having sex with dead people don't apply for the FBI and ask them to appear as a character witness and blah blah blah. you get the jist of it.
Don't do what my some what not so courteous friend did and had two seperate jobs call me and ask me if I would hire her again and if she was any good with kids. I am a decent person and lied nicely for her, but I haven't seen her face to face in a little over three months at least. And I have absolutely no fucking clue how she is with kids. It was very irritating for my sushi buffet lunch to be interrupted so I could lie for someone who I secretly think is a bit of a fucking flake.
I kind wish I had said so. but I didn't.. that would have made ME the shitty friend. ( and I'm not)
On the getting friends to lie for you issue this also brings Keeping thier big mouths shut. If you can keep a secret for your friend, you friend can keep a secret for you. You would be suprised how good a zipper loyalty can make. Don't be a blabber mouth about your friends conversations with you and thier indescretions. In the end if you have something on them. They have something on you. And backstabbing contests usually end in embarassment. Unless they are like me and have no shame.. in which case you shouldn't stab someone who has no shame in the back. They don't have limits.
That's all for now.
Does your friend suck? Do you need advice on how to get your friend to be a better friend? Is there some total asshole who's causing you issues and you want to know how to get decent revenge and still seem on the straight and awesomely narrow? Leave a comment and get a response. Hell maybe even a whole entry devoted just to you. Or those you hate.
Toodles for now
~Liz
The main chunk of this blog is taken up in my new past time.. writing how I think my "friends suck" and thusly giving you ( whoever reads this ) an instruction manual on how NOT to be a shitty friend.
The first installation into How to Be a Better friend.. a.k.a Maybe you suck and don't know it yet is all about friend courtesy.
Specifically? Job References: How to get your friends to agree to lie officially for you.
Everyone has dreaded job interviews and everyone totally lies about something they say they can do so they can score the job and land some cash. "Yes I can type. Yes I love kids. Yes I'm a people person. No I don't mind working early in the day to late late at night." It's not wrong.. per-se. Asking a friend to be a reference.. also not wrong. But it's all in how you do it.
First off usually it's important that you get a friend who doesn't have moral qualms about lying for you. If you ask they will probobly say no.. and then you're screwed.
Second it's important that you fucking ask your god damn so called friend if they MIND if you use them as a reference. DO NOT just have whatever job you used them as a reference for call them as soon as you leave an interview asking your so called friend to describe you and your work ethic without any warning. If you do this to the wrong person they might give a bad recommendation .. just to teach you the lesson you so obviously deserve.
Third. It's very important that if a friend is going to lie for you, that they are actually friends with you. You need to ask someone you can trust, who also trusts you. If you ask a friend who secretly hates you to give a job reference and for shits and giggles behind your back tells your might maybe soon to be boss that you actually smoke pot all the time and you were fired for being a smart ass lazy worthless human being and that he not only regrets hiring you but would hunt down and burn down any company that considers it. If it's not a glowing recommendation, and you're not sure they'll give you one. Don't do it.
Fourth. Assuming that your friend has already agreed to lie for you, and they will say something nice. Make it easier for them. Don't ask them to lie for you in an obviously bogus situation. If you are allergic to pets don't ask them to lie and say you are great with animals. If you secretly hate children don't ask them to pretend they hired you as a nanny. If you like having sex with dead people don't apply for the FBI and ask them to appear as a character witness and blah blah blah. you get the jist of it.
Don't do what my some what not so courteous friend did and had two seperate jobs call me and ask me if I would hire her again and if she was any good with kids. I am a decent person and lied nicely for her, but I haven't seen her face to face in a little over three months at least. And I have absolutely no fucking clue how she is with kids. It was very irritating for my sushi buffet lunch to be interrupted so I could lie for someone who I secretly think is a bit of a fucking flake.
I kind wish I had said so. but I didn't.. that would have made ME the shitty friend. ( and I'm not)
On the getting friends to lie for you issue this also brings Keeping thier big mouths shut. If you can keep a secret for your friend, you friend can keep a secret for you. You would be suprised how good a zipper loyalty can make. Don't be a blabber mouth about your friends conversations with you and thier indescretions. In the end if you have something on them. They have something on you. And backstabbing contests usually end in embarassment. Unless they are like me and have no shame.. in which case you shouldn't stab someone who has no shame in the back. They don't have limits.
That's all for now.
Does your friend suck? Do you need advice on how to get your friend to be a better friend? Is there some total asshole who's causing you issues and you want to know how to get decent revenge and still seem on the straight and awesomely narrow? Leave a comment and get a response. Hell maybe even a whole entry devoted just to you. Or those you hate.
Toodles for now
~Liz
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Watch, wait.. Sleep?
I don't think I've been home for more than two hours this week. if this is what living my crazy life is like, I have one word. Goddam. This week's task was to watch someone sleep everynight of the week for four hours. I think maybe I pulled off two hours every day. which isn't that much but I don;t have the patience to sit and watch someone for four hours. I did however spend almost every night sleeping at a friends house so it's not so bad.
I ended my week getting pretty damned trashed. I don't think I'm coherent enough to still write a proper entry about it so you suckers.. this is the blog you get.
I left my house monday morning at 9:30 am. I didn't set foot back in my house until friday morning 9:00 am. I was there till 11. I haven't been back yet and probobly won't be till sunday. I shudder to think what I'm not doing that I'm supposed to. Oh well.
That's all for now I'll make a proper not I'm sobering up post later.
I'd apoligize.. but honestly.. uh.. who reads this anyway?
Liz Out.
I ended my week getting pretty damned trashed. I don't think I'm coherent enough to still write a proper entry about it so you suckers.. this is the blog you get.
I left my house monday morning at 9:30 am. I didn't set foot back in my house until friday morning 9:00 am. I was there till 11. I haven't been back yet and probobly won't be till sunday. I shudder to think what I'm not doing that I'm supposed to. Oh well.
That's all for now I'll make a proper not I'm sobering up post later.
I'd apoligize.. but honestly.. uh.. who reads this anyway?
Liz Out.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
The Beginning of Changing my Life '08'
The title of this blog reminds me of the new station updates. "ELECTION.. 04"
Well this post is the first weekly update on my Effort ot change my life set down by the Benrikian Gods.
This week is rebirth week, I'm to get my loved ones to list my bad points.
My mother said I was a good daughter and she doesn't care how messy my room is.
One sister said I had a poor sense of time and distance especally in reference to driving, and especially when I'm not driving. She added I was vulgar.
The other sister said I take offense to easily and need to comb my hair.
One friend said I was loud and obnocsious but it was a good thing.
Another agreed and said I make people laugh at the wrong times.
5 more agreed on the loud and obnocsious thing.
Anthony agreed and added I was racist.
Someone nicefully said I was a bit smelly, too violent, Not sleepign enough, takiung care of my health and taking school seriously.
my ex-boss said I had disgusting taste in men. he was right.
One person said I was perfect.
If you had any to add feel free.
I'll do my best to fix these things so I do not get ditched, disinherited, dropped, snubed, fired again or left by the end of the year.
Well this post is the first weekly update on my Effort ot change my life set down by the Benrikian Gods.
This week is rebirth week, I'm to get my loved ones to list my bad points.
My mother said I was a good daughter and she doesn't care how messy my room is.
One sister said I had a poor sense of time and distance especally in reference to driving, and especially when I'm not driving. She added I was vulgar.
The other sister said I take offense to easily and need to comb my hair.
One friend said I was loud and obnocsious but it was a good thing.
Another agreed and said I make people laugh at the wrong times.
5 more agreed on the loud and obnocsious thing.
Anthony agreed and added I was racist.
Someone nicefully said I was a bit smelly, too violent, Not sleepign enough, takiung care of my health and taking school seriously.
my ex-boss said I had disgusting taste in men. he was right.
One person said I was perfect.
If you had any to add feel free.
I'll do my best to fix these things so I do not get ditched, disinherited, dropped, snubed, fired again or left by the end of the year.
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