Saturday, September 26, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
When Social Experiments Are Conducted By Idiots
Last Thursday my monster hand and I hung out at a nearby bar with a decent dance floor. I met a cool cowgirl with red cowboy boots (she is officially my new favorite person of '09), had a few cold ones and got my line dance on. Oh, and I sung Journey's "Don't Stop Believing," when the band played it.
On my way back to Winnie the Mini I passed some guy and a girl. I'm a total eaves-dropper and their conversation seemed to involve picking up girls.
The guy said "For instance 'this thing'" and he nodded his head, "Does that even work?"
Then to me, "Excuse me if I did this [insert nod] to you what would you do?"
"Don't ever do that to me again," was all I said.
"See," he said defiantly, as if he proved something. And all I could think was . . .
He asked if HE did it what would I do. Now if Lil Wayne, Mos Def, Ne-Yo or anyone but some scrawny little boy who has ZERO swagger had done the same thing my response would have been different . . . maybe. I'm not a holla-back girl, but I'll assess the sincerity of the gesture.
Oh and if I meet another guy who insists on blaming his ex for shit (I don't care if he's Lil Wayne, Mos Def or Ne-Yo) I'm gonna throw my drink at him. Welcome to the rest of the world.
On my way back to Winnie the Mini I passed some guy and a girl. I'm a total eaves-dropper and their conversation seemed to involve picking up girls.
The guy said "For instance 'this thing'" and he nodded his head, "Does that even work?"
Then to me, "Excuse me if I did this [insert nod] to you what would you do?"
"Don't ever do that to me again," was all I said.
"See," he said defiantly, as if he proved something. And all I could think was . . .
He asked if HE did it what would I do. Now if Lil Wayne, Mos Def, Ne-Yo or anyone but some scrawny little boy who has ZERO swagger had done the same thing my response would have been different . . . maybe. I'm not a holla-back girl, but I'll assess the sincerity of the gesture.
Oh and if I meet another guy who insists on blaming his ex for shit (I don't care if he's Lil Wayne, Mos Def or Ne-Yo) I'm gonna throw my drink at him. Welcome to the rest of the world.
It Was Never About TLC
Some guy once made this joke that a kid couldn't get a date in high school if he didn't know who TLC was . . . funny. Those ladies were great, but it was never about TLC.
But I'm dead serious about this don't even bother with me if you haven't listened to The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill (or if you don't know how to properly pronounce Sade). Go watch some cartoons or something, but forget my name.
Dream hard and play fair,
Cindy Mayweather
You won't find me at some store/I have no time for manicures/With you it's never either or/Cuz nothing even matters . . .
But I'm dead serious about this don't even bother with me if you haven't listened to The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill (or if you don't know how to properly pronounce Sade). Go watch some cartoons or something, but forget my name.
Dream hard and play fair,
Cindy Mayweather
You won't find me at some store/I have no time for manicures/With you it's never either or/Cuz nothing even matters . . .
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