Monday, February 16, 2009

Weekend Wrap-Up, He Was NEVER That Into You, and Train Trade...

Well, well, fucking well... Who do we have here?  Sorry I've been MIA, but it's been a tough week.  Round 1 of a painful chemical peel, looking for a job, and random other activities left me hardly anytime to blog.  Don't worry fuckers, I'm back.  Happy belated Valentine's Day.  On my way to the movies on Saturday I saw so many highly flammable red dresses and bad pumps parading their way to bad dinners, that it made me sick to my stomach.  Why the fuck are you dressing up to go to Ruby ass Tuesday's--in Chinatown no doubt?  
Anyways, Saturday Normie and I went to see 'Confessions of a Shopaholic'.  The fucking movies were so packed.  The line at the box office was literally out of the door.  I couldn't see waiting in line, so I went to the front and asked a group of teenage girls if I could cut.  I conned them by buying their tickets.  It worked out perfect, because their little asses needed an adult to buy their tickets for 'Friday the 13th'.  After I got my tickets, I was a little reluctant to go see 'Confessions' because it had a PG rating, and you guys know how crude I am (this is where you say "Oh, no you're not crude...").  If I pay my hard earned ten dollars I wanna at least see some areola.  Surprisingly, the movie was extremely cute.  It's a must see. 
Yesterday I picked cotton on the plantation until 6.  After work I had hopes of going out, but I ended up ordering in, watching Making the Band on DVR, and falling asleep.  Im old...

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I was on the Circulator the other day, and overheard this girl talking about a guy she liked.  It was painful to listen to.  She sounded so thirsty and pressed.  The fat one, (Sorry, I should be more specific.  The fat one next to the window...) while she was talking was shoving Georgetown Cupcakes down her throat.  She said that she met a cute guy who went to GW at a bar in Adam's Morgan.  She said they hung out a couple of times, but he is busy with work.  Her friend lied to her and said that he will "totally call".  I was 2 seconds away from blurting out, "Sweetie, he was NEVER that into you!"  I'm sure they met at the bar.  I'm sure he was wasted.  I'm sure they fucked.  I'm sure he blamed it on the alcohol, and never wanted anything to do with her.  It's o.k. girl, it's happened to the best of us.  Right after I moved back to DC from NY, I met a guy.  He was the aggressor in the pursuit.  He called me constantly, sometimes to the point of stalker (I was in my 20's and he was cute, don't judge me).  As soon,  I let on that I was interested, he couldn't see calling me back.  I was crushed like a beer can t a frat party.  What are you gonna do?  Yeah, I wanted to find him and rip his nuts off, but how unladylike is that?  You live and you learn to not trust the trade...EVER!  Lay off the cupcakes though girl, how will you ever find a man if those are your comfort.  How dreadful...

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If you followed my blog form the beginning, you remember my early postings of "Train Trade".  They are just random pics of pieces on the metro.  I forgot how fun that was, so you'll see it more often.  Enjoy...


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