I need to stand on my soapbox for a couple of sentences. I was out with a friend a week ago and something petty but sufficiently childish happened at the tail-end of our alcohol-induced night. When my sobriety is flung out of the window with an unsure amount in ounces of tokyo teas, I tend to get pretty affectionate with whomever accompanies me during said alcohol consumption. So my friend whom I have known since I was a child was with me this particular night, and since my usually stiff demeanor was pervaded by liquor causing me to become flimsy, I resorted to what I like to call the infamous one-arm shoulder hang at which I am apparently skilled. Anyway, I was hanging on my friend for what seemed like the rest of the drunken night until he shows me a text message his boyfriend sends him saying he recieved a text from an anonymous source. From the grace of all that is sober, this is what my memory can gather:
Why is somebody sending me a text saying that you're with some guy and you two are all cuddly?
Oh, yes dear readers. Some tragic clubkid pulled a stunt from The Hills, and I am not havin' it. Here's what I have to say: If you have the audacity to be vindictive and then proceed to hide behind your little cellphone screen, the least you can do, well for yourself anyway, is grow a set and be a real bitch about it. Come up to me and say you're a nosy friend of a friend and interrogate me. Even if my relationship with my friend is none of your fucking business, make it your business since you already decided to play phone spy regarding a situation completely irrelevant to your intentions for going out that night in the first place.
Good. So it's settled. So you can shave your back now. Bye Jason.
This picture is completely irrelevant to the content of this post. Just a little mirror cam'whoring with my favorite fashionista.
Aside from that dispensable debacle, I had a great time with a great friend, and all I can do now is laugh at the depths that people will go for entertainment.
Oh and that thing about Alber Elbaz for Target was my attempt at a little APRIL FOOLS fun. Sorry if you were genuinely excited, haha.
<3
Why is somebody sending me a text saying that you're with some guy and you two are all cuddly?
Oh, yes dear readers. Some tragic clubkid pulled a stunt from The Hills, and I am not havin' it. Here's what I have to say: If you have the audacity to be vindictive and then proceed to hide behind your little cellphone screen, the least you can do, well for yourself anyway, is grow a set and be a real bitch about it. Come up to me and say you're a nosy friend of a friend and interrogate me. Even if my relationship with my friend is none of your fucking business, make it your business since you already decided to play phone spy regarding a situation completely irrelevant to your intentions for going out that night in the first place.
Good. So it's settled. So you can shave your back now. Bye Jason.
This picture is completely irrelevant to the content of this post. Just a little mirror cam'whoring with my favorite fashionista.
Aside from that dispensable debacle, I had a great time with a great friend, and all I can do now is laugh at the depths that people will go for entertainment.
Oh and that thing about Alber Elbaz for Target was my attempt at a little APRIL FOOLS fun. Sorry if you were genuinely excited, haha.
<3
5 comments:
AHAH.. this story amuses me.. who knows what it takes for a person to be so nosy and to delve into people's private lives, even though it's not true! Glad that you had a swell time though.
On the other side of note, why don;t I get any updates from you through blogger? Did you do something to HTML or anything?
this is the best fucking blog post i've read today. hands down.
Oh nothing happened to your settings, I think. I saw your update a few moments after I gave the first comment, my bad.
Have a fun weekend!
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i actually googled about lavin target thingy!
lol
ooooh goodness love this!
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