how did you spend your weekend?
i started off mine by watching dancing with the stars on friday nite. and what's sadder than just generally staying in on a friday nite is the reason i was watching this show...to see whether or not master p was going to stay on for at least another week...because i voted for him. yep, 8 times on the phone (because that's as many times as you can call in) and then once online for good measure. those judges talked smack about his dancing on thursday nite & i just felt so bad for the guy. i mean, yeah, he's clearly not suited for ballroom dance...this is painfully apparent to everyone, but you don't have to knock a guy so low. anyway, he's on for at least another week. because i voted. and yes, i AM that good. the moral of this story is: give a hoot. don't pollute. vote for master p on dancing with the stars.
i wasted most of my saturday by staying under the covers, watching tv, taking a nap, and watching more tv. i finally got out of bed at around 3pm to throw a dvd in the ps2. and then of course, i got back under the covers. it's been a fucking cold weekend. i watched the movie sarkar. it's a bollywood flick, but it's not one of those sing-songy types of movies. it's inspired by the godfather, set in india and focuses on the corruption of indian government. WATCH IT. it's a damn good movie. DAMN GOOD. it's available from netflix.
i also spent a fair amount of time watching this video in repeat mode, originally because i really liked the song, but eventually, i developed a slight girl-crush on the chick in the video. (a slightly better version can be found here.)
eventually, i had to drag my ass out of bed to take a shower & then drag my ass to my uncle's house for his birthday, where some punk-ass teenager had a piece of birthday cake, licked his fork clean and placed it down on the plate in front of me. really, who does that? apparently, this kid does that. how fucking rude. i wanted to reach over and smack the shit out of him, but it was too fucking cold and i was sitting on my hands to keep them warm. i shot evil death rays at him from my eyes instead.
(yeah, yeah. call me chicken shit if you want. you weren't fuckin' there.)
last nite, i finally took back the treo 700w that i purchased 15 days prior from the verizon store. if you'll recall, my friend c & i went on a new phone expedition two weeks back and both ended up dismally dissatisfied with our purchases. so we get to the verizon store last nite & find out that the dickhead sales guy that processed our purchases 15 days ago fucked up in a bad way. anyway, after exchanging some angry words with the folks at the verizon store, i came home with a shiny new treo 650, which i realize i should've freakin' bought in the first place. anyway, i'm a much happier camper now, only i don't go camping, and happier is only a relative term.
are we almost caught up? almost.
now, you've gotta understand that i really do like my church...mostly. i know i should stop criticizing the unfortunate individuals who have difficulty pronouncing some of the bigger words, but how in fuck's sake can you mispronounce the word "church"? more specifically, why do filipinos say "CHURTS"? i mean, you've got the first "ch" sound going on, why can't you finish off with the same sound? at what point do you decide to change it up and go with a totally different combination of consonants? the word's too damn short for anyone to fuck up.
CHURTS? give me a fuckin' break.
(and i'm not even going to start in on the woman who got to mass late, stepped on my foot and then on my purse, who was wearing a hot pink & turquoise blue windbreaker leftover from the 80s, a black & white, checkered ruffle skirt, white tube socks and yellow house slippers. did i mention she had a paper towel in her hand and kept blowing her nose into it?)
i wasted most of my saturday by staying under the covers, watching tv, taking a nap, and watching more tv. i finally got out of bed at around 3pm to throw a dvd in the ps2. and then of course, i got back under the covers. it's been a fucking cold weekend. i watched the movie sarkar. it's a bollywood flick, but it's not one of those sing-songy types of movies. it's inspired by the godfather, set in india and focuses on the corruption of indian government. WATCH IT. it's a damn good movie. DAMN GOOD. it's available from netflix.
i also spent a fair amount of time watching this video in repeat mode, originally because i really liked the song, but eventually, i developed a slight girl-crush on the chick in the video. (a slightly better version can be found here.)
eventually, i had to drag my ass out of bed to take a shower & then drag my ass to my uncle's house for his birthday, where some punk-ass teenager had a piece of birthday cake, licked his fork clean and placed it down on the plate in front of me. really, who does that? apparently, this kid does that. how fucking rude. i wanted to reach over and smack the shit out of him, but it was too fucking cold and i was sitting on my hands to keep them warm. i shot evil death rays at him from my eyes instead.
(yeah, yeah. call me chicken shit if you want. you weren't fuckin' there.)
last nite, i finally took back the treo 700w that i purchased 15 days prior from the verizon store. if you'll recall, my friend c & i went on a new phone expedition two weeks back and both ended up dismally dissatisfied with our purchases. so we get to the verizon store last nite & find out that the dickhead sales guy that processed our purchases 15 days ago fucked up in a bad way. anyway, after exchanging some angry words with the folks at the verizon store, i came home with a shiny new treo 650, which i realize i should've freakin' bought in the first place. anyway, i'm a much happier camper now, only i don't go camping, and happier is only a relative term.
are we almost caught up? almost.
now, you've gotta understand that i really do like my church...mostly. i know i should stop criticizing the unfortunate individuals who have difficulty pronouncing some of the bigger words, but how in fuck's sake can you mispronounce the word "church"? more specifically, why do filipinos say "CHURTS"? i mean, you've got the first "ch" sound going on, why can't you finish off with the same sound? at what point do you decide to change it up and go with a totally different combination of consonants? the word's too damn short for anyone to fuck up.
CHURTS? give me a fuckin' break.
(and i'm not even going to start in on the woman who got to mass late, stepped on my foot and then on my purse, who was wearing a hot pink & turquoise blue windbreaker leftover from the 80s, a black & white, checkered ruffle skirt, white tube socks and yellow house slippers. did i mention she had a paper towel in her hand and kept blowing her nose into it?)
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