Once, in San Francisco with the group, we were trying to figure out the bus system to get to a Travis concert. When we realized that we were headed right for the exact stop we needed to find, we looked back to see the exact bus we needed, approaching. There it is, someone shouted.
And that's when the normally subtle Meeshy exclaimed enthusiastically: "And it's comin this waaaay!"
I could have sworn it was Salt N' Pepa right behind me. But it was my hot sassy friend, and I really can't get over how funny that moment was.
Anyway, that was point one. Point two is this: I am a blog stalker. I am the most imposing blog stalker in the blogosphere. I will leave unsolicited comments, with reckless abandon, on any damn blog I please, detailing for these complete strangers which ADD medicine and antidepressants I think are the best, and other such tidbits of TMI. If you are reading this, I would hope you are comfortable enough to do the same. Please, leave a comment. Even if it's just the words "here's your stupid comment, you desperate freak."
Point three: here's a txt conversation I had just today.
Me: If I can have this much fun in the middle of getting robbed, getting the flu, and getting cheated on [/divorced] in the middle of the holidays, there's obviously something seriously, fabulously entertaining going on in my life. :)
The Really Tight End: Amen, Sweetheart!
Weak in the knees - best described by SWV, I think.
And that's when the normally subtle Meeshy exclaimed enthusiastically: "And it's comin this waaaay!"
I could have sworn it was Salt N' Pepa right behind me. But it was my hot sassy friend, and I really can't get over how funny that moment was.
Anyway, that was point one. Point two is this: I am a blog stalker. I am the most imposing blog stalker in the blogosphere. I will leave unsolicited comments, with reckless abandon, on any damn blog I please, detailing for these complete strangers which ADD medicine and antidepressants I think are the best, and other such tidbits of TMI. If you are reading this, I would hope you are comfortable enough to do the same. Please, leave a comment. Even if it's just the words "here's your stupid comment, you desperate freak."
Point three: here's a txt conversation I had just today.
Me: If I can have this much fun in the middle of getting robbed, getting the flu, and getting cheated on [/divorced] in the middle of the holidays, there's obviously something seriously, fabulously entertaining going on in my life. :)
The Really Tight End: Amen, Sweetheart!
Weak in the knees - best described by SWV, I think.
7 comments:
You would be appalled at how often weird lines like that pop into my head, on a daily basis. I usually just sensor myself. Maybe I won't though, now that I have an audience who appreciates it.
Michi you are at your best when you are unsensored! And here is your damn comment Keeks! Sorry, I hope that didn't sound mean!
I am often embarrassed in my head at how often I think "OPP" for whatever reason. I also randomly know how to "rap out" Snoop Dogg's name from some stupid song.
"Ess-en-double oh-pee-dee-oh-double gazeeeee!"
Like Michelle I usually keep it to myself.
Sorry, but it also has to be noted:
Oh, my, ***. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big.She looks like, one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, you know, who understands those rap guys?
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big.
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like, out there, I mean - gross. Look!
I think things to "Becky" all the time.
do you think it's time for the Ex-BF book again?
oh, I have missed reading your blog! I can't wait for our girl's night. This may sound weird considering all that you are going through, but I am really excited for yout future
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From your newest blog stalker- here's your comment you desperate freak :) Your blog is greatly entertaining during this absofreakinglutely sleep deprived Friday work day. So here I go, reading your life story and laughing at how creepishly it reminds me of mine.
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