Did you miss me?

/Rant
Some women come up with the most ridiculous questions. Sad to know men fall prey to these traps everyday...

"Did you miss me?"
In the legal system, the term for this would be entrapment. But for men, this is just everyday shit they have to deal with. How the hell can he say no? (well without having her hold her lady parts hostage from him, that is.) When all is said and done, the girl comes crying to her dearest friends about how he was such a dick for leading her on. And being that dearest friend, you want to tell her "well that's what you get, posing rejection proof questions". But since women just aren't built to take the blame, as a good friend you go ahead and blame the guy too. He didn't have a chance in hell.

"Do I look fat in this?"
Did you expect a truthful answer? I mean no matter what reality is, the answer is going to be no, followed by a "you look (insert ego boosting adjective here)". The worst part is when the woman follows it up with a self deprecating comment. I mean, Fuck off then, you got your heart set on an answer. Why are you setting the man up for failure? God, I hate that I'm grouped together with the likes of you.

"Do you think she's hot?"
Ha, it's like women love to put any relationship with the opposite sex in jeopardy. I mean guys go either way, butter a girl up and say "of course not I didn't even notice her". Or go the honest route and tell her yes. Either way, bredren been set up. I mean some guys might think "oh yeah, my girl is cool she just wanted to know." Well lets hope so, but as a girl with many girlfriends, I see what goes on behind the scenes. After you said yes to how hot the other girl was, she's rambling to all her friends about how you had the nerve, or with conspiracy theories of you cheating. How cool is she now? And if you said no, she feels she can't trust you, because you lied to her.

Moral of the story, to the women, stop setting him and yourself up with these questions. And If you insist on doing it, don't come crying to me, I absolve myself from any responsibility towards the matter. To the Guys, you're fucked.
/end rant

Something to wash the rant down with
Magical World feat. Nelly Furtado - Bassnectar (official site)
Baby I'm Yours ft. Irfane (Jacuzzi Hi-Dive Remix) - Breakbot (myspace)
In For The Kill (Le Castle Vania Remix) - LaRoux (myspace)

I want..

... to fall in love. And because I wrote that, that 'special someone' just got run over by a 18 wheeler. That's just how the world works. You throw it out there for the world to know, and it'll throw it back in your face, laughing. You want world peace? Pray for the anti-Christ. But the social world works that way too. And that's why you admit to nothing you want, in the social world. You want to look drunk? Swear you're sober. You want to bed her on the first date? Tell her you want to take it slow. You want to offend someone in the office? Start off with 'I hope you don't take this the wrong way'. This is how you get what you want, with the best results. I mean there are other ways to get what you want but it's called douche-baggery, rape & harassment - respectively.

Anyone have spare tickets for the XX in toronto?
Stars - The XX (myspace)

I'd apologize for the state of this blog. But I'm well aware no one gives a fuck. Here's some girl on girl ufc-esque throw down for your hedonistic pleasure.

this post is a part of the Quantity over Quality initiative.

boredboredboredbored

Searching for mental stimuli. Any ideas? yeah, instead of giving out advice, I've turned to open forum. Lame. Especially lame since Google analytics tells me no one actually spends more than 40 seconds on here. Does everyone have some sort of computer peripheral that allows you to smell the desperation and the decomposing? I bet you do, and I've just been walking past it in best buy and shit.

I don't understand how people walk around perusing and 'window shopping'. Shopping should be without the foreplay, it's not your girlfriend, it's your whore. So, in and out you go, throwing your dirty money on the counter on your way out.

boredboredboredboredbored when I find the cure, I'll bottle it and sell it to you for a handsome sum.

Your street rep holds no value here

Quantity over Quality - My new mantra for my posts. The phrase was coined by Dick and Mac McDonald, the founders of the burger dispensary McDonalds. Or that's at least thats what my double like a Mac told me.
Just a heads up.

Dead beat summer - Neon Indian (myspace)
Lust for life - Girls (myspace)
Bunny aint no rider - Of Montreal (myspace)