Archive for February, 2009

Seriously, STOP

I’m gonna kill the people who placed this ad on every goddamn website I stumble upon.

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I GET IT. You want people to buy your junky weight-loss pill/drink/enema. But I’m not into it, so damn, just stop already. I mean, the “after” pic looks nothing like the “before,” and it never does in any of these ads. It’s all bullshit. Does ANYONE click on these for real? I imagine the only action this ad gets is when the page takes nine years to load and someone accidentally clicks it instead of that article on Lindsay Lohan’s on-again coke habit (not ME!).

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: diet and exercise work—and they’re either FREE or much cheaper than whatever these assholes are hawking. Sorry, folks, but it looks like you’ll have to just grab up that gym bag and cut out the late-night pizza and beer.

Honestly, I’ve never known anyone to find success or fulfillment from an Internet pop-up ad—especially so with these kinds of weight-loss ads…and those dumbass sections that True used to buy up like crazy. You know, the ones that promise to find you a girlfriend who wears bikinis and bikinis only. Yeah, guess that didn’t work out so great.

Virgin Hair!

Last night, I went to my usual salon for a not-so-usual upgrade.

I’ve had long, brown hair for about four years now, and last night, I instructed my stylist to DYE IT RED again.

This time, though, instead of the brassy auburn I used to color it, I chose a shade called Fire Red.

It is nothing short of awesome, although I keep having to tell people it’s me.

Italy Bound!

I just got my tax return (cha-ching, bitches!) and I’ve decided to head to Italy with my guy this summer for an adventure in Florence.

Upon hearing this news, my mother asked me two things (in no particular order):

1. Will you be getting engaged on this trip?

2. Can you bring me back a Pope bobble head doll?

My answers?

1. No, Qtip is going to be a bastard forever.

2. Are you serious?

You’d think she’d ask me to bring her back something better than a bobble headed Pope doll.

I’m just sayin’.

How’s Your Saturday?

Because I’m WORKING today.

AND, I’ve been working in a manic fashion for the last two weeks. But I promise I’ll update as soon as I can dig myself out from under my inbox.

Some New Work

I’ve begun posting a story I wrote this winter, inspired in part by my grandmother’s passing.

I’ll post a new section every day until I’m done at this site:

signsfromabove.wordpress.com

Check it out, and leave feedback!

A Reunion I Can TIVO

I know what you’re thinking. What’s so special about a courtroom show like Judge Jeanine Pirro?

Well, for starters, I went to middle school with the woman on the left, who made her TV debut on Friday to sue her babysitter.

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I love when I reunite with former classmates in this way, don’t you?

Dealing With Idiocy: An Occasional Series

Today’s idiot: the thugged-out 15-year-old who can afford the loud ass music phone but not the motherfucking earbuds.

So now I’m stuck standing next to this mouth-breathing testament to condoms, listening to “Whatever You Like,” AGAIN.

Then I hear mumbling.

Oh, SHIT, I didn’t realize this was gonna be a KARAOKE session too.

Man, sit your flat, teardrop tattoo-havin, heading to my remedial math class ass down somewhere.

And SHUT OFF THAT FUCKING PHONE before I CUT YOU.