Week 2! holler. I hope this one brings as much enjoyment as the last...
My "t" button on my computer is sticking so if there are randoms t's missing in words, you know why. grrrrrr it's getting on my nervesss. rawr. Having to erase back and punch down the "t" button every time I leave one out is getting really old.
I need to first start off by talking about the addictions in my life. I promise they're not weird like collecting cabbage patch dolls or eating sofa lint. More like drinking excessive amounts of coffee (which I'm partaking in now, oops) and this gosh forsaken facebook game...Words with Friends. ugh.. Maybe you're playing me? And by playing me I really mean beating me. It's starting to become a serious issue...the person that got me started needs to pay, you know who you are *cough* J. Gould *cough*. For those of you who aren't on the Words with Friends bandwagon yet, it's pretty much like scrabble and you send words back and worth to you friends on facebook. It sounds ridiculous, I know. But getting a triple word is pretty awesome. Anyway, I'm really bad and I lose pretty much every game. Lucky for me, my computer tells me that I win every single game I play so my feelings don't get hurt. But for real, my roommates and I sit in the same room screaming at each other "IS THAT REALLY A WORD!?! REALLY? YOU GOT 18 POINTS FOR PUTTING AN X NEXT TO THAT I? REALLY????!!!" Sometimes things like that happen...it might be embarrassing? So basically, you should play me in Words with Friends so you can beat me and I can continue to not do shit with my life.
NEXT TOPIC. This topic actually makes me really mad so brace yourselves friends. I need to put this out in the open and HOPEFULLY someone who is guilty of this will read my blog and cut it out. Married men need to start getting their act together, seriously. Not all married men, not the ones that stay home with their wife and kids but the ones you catch out at bars on Saturday nights trying to pick up girls. I must have some look on my face that married men really like because I can't seem to get them to leave me the eff alone. DO NOT come put your arm around me and start talking to me just because I'm 2 long island's in. It does not mean I'm gonna go home with you. Better yet, maybe if you do want to try to get with me, or any girl for that matter you should probably learn to be slick enough to keep your left hand in your pocket or something. Or learn from the best, married men from KY don't even wear their rings to the bars. Talk about sketchy. So don't be surprised when I walk away after I see your wedding band, not interested. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING AT A BAR?!! GO HOME TO YOUR WIFE! Do not follow me...just don't. What do they do? follow me. What do I do? Find random people that I don't know to make them go away. Cool. I never thought I'd have this problem in Blacksburg...Lexington, KY was enough for me. SO for all you married men out there, when you see a young girl at a bar, reflect in and reevaluate what you're doing with your life. We are not interested in being your girl on the side because your wife isn't gonna go after you when she finds out, homegirl is coming after us. So please, just stop. Stay home with your wife for a change? Marriage counseling? Get a dog? The solutions are endless. Work on it.
Time to wrap this up...I am going to end with a story pertaining to my blog. Before I start, everyone should know the kind of relationship I have with my parents. They understand me, everything you hear me say so do they. My parents and I are good buds. So my Dad and I are texting and I am telling him about how I got this blog. He wants to read it so I make sure it's not too off the wall before giving him the link. I text back saying "It's basically about how I'm a bitch to guys and I drink a lot of wine...you already know those things right?"...his reply..."Wine? No. Bitch? Yes." I DIED. SERIOUSLY. I could not stop laughing. So that day I figured out that I get my wittiness from my Dad. Give yourself a pat on the back Dad, you're pretty awesome. You should probably hug my dad next time you see him, I know someone who will...he loves hugs. right Vickmizzle (I did not make up this alias)?
I wish I could be this productive for my Technical Writing class but writing about nonsense English crap versus my ridiculous life, no comparison. Anyway I think it's time to jam to Rack City, make my bed, enjoy the peacefulness of my apartment and drink more coffee.
Special shout out to my other roomie because I heard she's a wild one. OHHHHHHH ohhhhhh ohhhhhh.
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