35 posts tagged “boys”
Today I was responding to random reader emails and this nice girl emailed me about the dress I made a couple weeks ago.
After I replied, she wrote back with the following line. It made me smile big time:
Also, this is probs creepy/TMI, but sometimes when I am watching shitty television in my pajamas/thinking about the girls my ex-boyfriend is nailing, I look at pictures of Wagandstuff and it cheers me up, for reals.
Real cute, right?
If it's any consolation, your ex-boyfriend is probably a fucking asshole.
I went on a date with this dude like a month ago or something and we were in his car and he was all "Do you like the Pixies?" and I was all "Yeah, definitely" and he was all "Good". The way he said it really got under my skin. What if I didn't like the Pixies? Was I supposed to be dishonest? Had I said no was I supposed to get out of the car and never call him again? His investment in the Pixies bothered me. It wasn't even his personal investment that was the issue, it was that he cared so much about whether or not he liked them that I had to like them too. I had to meet his Pixie Approval.
What's funny about this is the dude I am talking about is not the only person to ask me about my enjoyment of the Pixies in recent months, so there are probably a couple people who will think I'm referring them. If you think I'm talking about you, I'm probably not. Unless you're an aggressive jerk... then I'm definitely describing you.
I swear to God it was a choice at one point.
(Just a quick update because upon rereading this entry I realize that I sound desperate and/or pathetic. I am neither. I definitely could find a date if I wanted one, I just hate everyone I know beside the people I like. People are insanely disappointing. Got it?)
If you're in the NY area, I strongly suggest you sign up for this... He says: "I'm really just looking for a cute, freckle-faced girl to talk with."
Bartender, Bartender, Please Fill Me Up - m4w - 23
Reply to: pers-554178478@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-01-28, 2:47AM PST
To the alluring bartender at Bar 107,
I would never attempt to pursue a bartender. Bartenders are considered 'the unattainable'. Especially one as attractive as you... tall, dark hair, blue eyes, amazing body. You're job is to flirt; that's how you reel in those tips...
However, you pursued me. Quite adamantly, I will say. Perhaps it's because I semi-ignored you the first time I was there- assuming you were just being a typical bartender (we all want what we can't have). Maybe it was because I was there alone (for some reason, women love loners). Maybe it seemed like I was playing it cool (in reality, I never thought you were actually interested in me).
Do not get me wrong... I think you're very attractive. I really appreciated the cute note you wrote on my receipt about my "beautiful smile" and how it "makes you melt". I could use the attention, no doubt. However, I don't need to play games.
You gave me your phone number and we played text-message-footsies for a few days. It was all cute and fun. We made plans to hang out on a Monday, but then you didn't get back to me late that day saying you were too hungover to go out.
The night you introduced yourself to me you said "I hope you come back soon, you're really cute. I saw your ID - I'm a little older than you..." I was excited that you were older because I thought you would be mature and not play silly games. Perhaps I was wrong...
Just to clue you in; the night we met, I was there to DRINK, not to meet people. That's why I was there alone. I was attempting to drink away my broken heart. A heart broken by a girl who played silly games. I didn't need the same thing from you.
If you are sincerely interested, then let's drop the cat and mouse game. If you're not actually interested, fine. You can't break my heart more than it already is.
Bottom line; I want to be able to go back to Bar 107 to hang out. I really like it there. Whether I go there to meet other women or to see you is completely up to you. The ball is in your court.
- Beautiful Boston Boy
1: We could go to Barney's.
2: BEANERY?
1: Yeah.
2: Yeah, and like... get finger banged.
1: I know, by a guy in an American Eagle button-down.
2: If you wanna get finger fucked in the bathroom of a bar, go to Barney's.
It's raining and I'm cold and hungry. For a period of about eleven seconds I thought to myself, "Gee, it would be really nice to have a boyfriend right now."
Do you wanna know what's really nice?
Doin' whatever the fuck I want.
BAM!
One of my favorite websites to read from an outsider's perspective is Hipster Runoff. I have no Hipster Credibility, I know that. Refusing to match my brightly colored clothes doesn't make me a hipster. Not showering or brushing my hair doesn't make me a hipster. The fact that I usually show up to work on time definitely contributes to the fact that I am not a hipster... BUT! I honestly do enjoy what they do, those stylish kids with their crazy nose drugs.
I think only one other thing on the site has moved me to post it before, their New Year's message. Otherwise, I'm hesitant to comment on what they do because I'm afraid I will reread this blog in five years and hate myself for one reason or another, but most likely because I'd either feel too harsh or hypocritical... but this I can post because it's fucking awesome.
Today, as a duel installment in their "WHERE DA PARTY AT?" and "MYSPACER WORTH BLOGGING ABOUT" series, they posted the video of this young dude Corey, who threw one of the biggest house parties Australia as ever seen.
Watch the video and then read my open letter to him below:
You are fucking awesome. I love your glasses and I think you made the right decision to keep them on. Screw those guys, right? If they can't handle your glasses, then they can't handle you. And if they can't handle a little automobile destruction and a twenty thousand dollar (18,017.26 USD) fine, then they can find a new neighborhood. Why? (As if I have to tell you!) Because that's where you live, Corey. And all you're trying to do is party and what's more chill than partying?
Also, I must commend your bold decision to ignore your parents who are probably terrified that the home that they have worked their whole lives to afford has been destroyed. I'm sure they are worried about you, but not as worried as you are for yourself, so that's good. Hey, as far as I see it, this is your vacation from them. You're sixteen, Cores?!? Take it from someone who recently turned twenty-four and just worked a thirteen hour workday: of all the years of all my life, sixteen was by far the most difficult. I had homework, like, everyday and I even had to figure out what to wear to my Confirmation. Do what you need to do to get by, man. Anything that makes it easier to just be you.
Keep it positive in '08!
Love,
Molls
