Hahaha. “Somebody call Dick Cheney!”

Oh yeah! I’m finally off medication! SWWW-UHeeet.

I’ve had quite a weird week-end. It went as followed:

- Made plans.
- Got choked.
- Tried to fix some plans.
- Nothing worked.
- Went out with reliable people

… and I had a blast! God, I love swing and dancing my ass off! It made me feel much better. I’m probably going to write a new article… as soon as I find the strenght to at least finish my course… *sigh*
MAL out.

They’re everywhere!!! I don’t know if it’s related to the fact that I work with a bunch of metrosexual trend-following preppies… but god! Seriously, flip-flops are fine for chicks but not for dudes! The only exception I can see, is at the beach. It makes sense with the sand and all, but at work with jeans?Come on! It reminds me of that god awful trend of stileto fur winter boots. I’m all about looking clothes and being comfortable, but those things are either really nasty or just completely retarded.

The worse things is that, women naturally takes care of their nails and such. Men don’t. So as if it wasn’t
enough that the look was clashing so horribly, the nails are all nasty and weird. Yum! Is it just me, or through all the ages, man have been trying to be less manly? I don’t mean the “look i’ve got BIG muscle” thing… I mean the “Oh those are your pants? what do you know they fit me… oh hey can you pass me the eyeliner julie? Thanks honey, you’re a doll”-kind of attitude. From the Twisted sister to today’s emo-fag-fashionXcoreX-etc… men are less and less manly. Taking care of your look is important… but not when you give up your balls for it.

MAL out.

I’ve always thought that “blogging” was a funny thing. You have different type of blogging. You have mine for exemple, which is a mix of “what happens in my life…” but not daily. I also mix it up with some lists and funny movies. But you also have the very popular “Today, I took a crap and it kinda smellled weird…” kind of blog.

They are usually very centered around the writer and oddly enough creates very passionnate fan-base. I was reading some post about this rather… hum I would say funny, but i’m not sure she’s always kidding… montreal woman. Her blog is in french. Now, personnally I think that’s a gutsy thing because … my french sucks more then my english (can you imagine? sheesh ! And the worst part is that i’m actually francophone! hahaha). And what did I see in her post? … a “smartass/mother” comment.

A smartass/mother comment for me is someone that says “Oh my … watch your language!” or “So many mistake! I dissaprove…”. Seriously, I can understand if there’s a butt-load of mistake… or that the message gets screwed up because of mistakes… but god, this isn’t really the place to be anal! It takes FOREVER just to write a proper and interesting entry.

Anyways, back on subject (to disarm odd confusion: This is totally unrelated to Miss Célibataire urbaine. I don’t really know why people got confused but uh yeah… it’s a piece about BLOGS and the immediate need to have an answer. Thank you.)… I just found it rather funny how blogs are a new “insight” into other’s life. It’s like having a friend that tells you everything… but doesn’t care to know you at all. You have to love technology right? If someone would’ve brought that idea in the 50’s he would’ve been laughed at.

Oh that also makes me think about e-mail and the “need for the immediate answer” symptom. I was watching a show on tv about technology and the guy was saying how interesting it was to see how our generation needed everything… right now. And I IMMEDIATELY saw myself right there. I’m a class-A addict to sms/msn/ and everything in between. I have the need to be available at all time… even when I ain’t at all. And I started thinking about dating… and how “normal” it is these days to ask a pretty lady her email. Can you imagine that happening in the 50’s ? It would’ve been hillarious! Of course, you would’ve taken her home address and then … MAILED her a demand to take her to the prom. And if you were lucky, a couple of weeks later, you would’ve gotten a big “NO” on a piece of paper and you would’ve moved on (because the prom was only days away, and let’s face it… you’d have to settle for fat betsy). But now a days, you get an instant answer! And guess what do you do ? You answer back:

“Why don’t you wanna go?”
“‘Coz … you’re needy and uh … like ya know … stuff.”
“I’m what? You’re not making much sense here…”
“Ugh nevermind! … you’re like SOooo not cool.”
“… Not cool? … how does that have anything to do with …”
“Ugh! whaaatever!

… And then you never hear from her again (well, ain’t a big loss anyways… big betsy doesn’t have crabs at least. Oups). I think i’ve come to a conclusion on the subject of availability. To be not “needy” and cool… you have to not talk to them and pretty much ignore women…(that and you need to be a blond surfer with a 6 packs and white teeth. Hahaha.) Well, in reality, I think we’re just a lost generation. As the saying goes:

“You’ll always want, what you can’t have.”

MAL out.
See ya laterz. And go read her stuff… pretty funny.

Oh yeah, this morning I learned a valuable lesson: Take your time.

At 4 am this morning I woke up. I went to the bathroom and after clapping my tongue once or twice, I decided to drink up some water. And I went back to bed. Pretty uneventful, uh? Almost…

I slept until the clock went MEEEEINNNNN MEEEEINNNNN MEEEEINNNNN. God, I hate alarms. Put some clothes on, even strums a little guitar. Then I went to the bathroom… “Oh fuck, I gotta get moving!” as I notice the time. And I hurry up pulling up my pants and here came the revelation of a short life time:

Penis Versus Jean Zipper

Winner: Zipper wins.

Ladies, don’t start to cry just yet… it’s safe. A bit red and sensitive… but aren’t we all?
God, that’ll show me to be in a hurry. I hate running.
MAL out… ouch.