Showing posts with label Good at stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good at stuff. Show all posts

Monday, January 23, 2012

CRAVINGS FOR ALL THINGS BAD!

Are you hungry? I know I am. I constantly crave food all the time, and when I'm eating, I'm thinking of other foods I could have been eating that I am not eating because I'm currently already eating something already. I know one thing for sure,  I hear people making new year resolutions for 2012. Crazy resolutions like No fast food joints, no buffets, no "all you can eat", and no junk etc. Those to me are the craziest of resolutions. I didn't make any resolutions this year as I was too busy sleeping through new years eve.

Which brings me to this post, I crave food. I love food. I even love McDonalds even though its hella bad. I espescially enjoy McDicks' from a foreign country. They typically have random shit we don't have here in North America. It's crazy! Case in point, in Europe they have Eurosaver menus. This includes anything stated as 1 euro! Nuts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could stuff my face full of McDick's nastiness all for a cheap euro meal!

People probably assume I'm a real skinny bitch but I'm not. I'm average with a super duper sick appetite for disgusting-ness. I could stand to lose about 15 pounds but that's my perogative to stay a fat bitch and haters can hate all they want. I am hungry now, I will go stuff my face full of food and you should too instead of reading this random ass post.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Awesome, but not in the face.

Today's random thought of the day comes to me courtesy of Workopolis.
http://www.workopolis.com/content/advice/article/1529-how-your-face-may-be-hurting-your-job-prospects

Over drinks one night, I had met up with some fellow coworkers at the bar. In my drunken (or not so drunken stupor since I only had one beer), I said to a particularly pretty boy coworker that "Life must be easy for you being so damn pretty". This prompted a female coworker to retaliate my comment by pointing out the fact, that I was bias as I too am pretty. I don't take compliments well. In fact, I do not take compliments at all. I abhor them. I detest them. I don't think of myself as pretty or good looking but at the same time I do not think Im totally hideous either. But this isnt about me, its about pretty people who have perfectly asymetrical faces who don't have to lift a finger and just smile to get away with murder. Its those people that make me into a jealous fit of rage. Why? This comes back to my upbringing and the days of childhood where I was never deemed pretty or good looking. I was always picked last in GYM class, no one wanted to be my lab partner. I had convinced myself I was truly hideous or infectuous.

Either way, pretty people do get the jobs, the girl/boy, the prizes and all the luck. There are no down and out pretty people. That's just how the world rolls. Pretty people get everything! Ugly people? Good luck and continue doing your best using your brain power to get you where you need to be. Nerds unite and rule the world anyway. Im talking about you Bill Gates.



Thursday, October 14, 2010

Lust

I'm going to the land where beautiful shoes are created and admired by plenty. I hope to score me a pair of this lovely designer...only to have it sit in its original shoe box and wrappIngs to be taken out for admiration purposes.
I'm going to be of those girls whose shoes end up killing her. In my tiny closet full of shoes, reaching for that pair in the depths that I must wear because I'm running late, then having all the boxes come tumbling down and being stabbed and punctured by all the stiletto heels, lying in a pool of my own blood with shoes sticking into me evbrywhich way. I can see the hear Grisham now: "Accidental Death, she suffered multiple puncture wounds by 500 pairs of stiletto heels, I guess they say if the shoe fits, wear it"
I need me a better way to organize my shoes so the above doesn't happen.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

I'm a rebel in disguise.

I post this in a meeting with Management and no one is the wiser.
I am such a rebel, a rebel in designer work clothing. Oh fancy pants.
I'm zorro styles like a theif in the night, ninja skill posting.
Ninja bandita styles. WHAT!



AND no one is the wiser cause I'll chime in every other sentence to say something very related but nonchalant "as a matter of fact" commentary. I am so good at stuff!

Only 6 more hours to go and I'm outta here! WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!