I think a friend of mine girl I danced with at a party once is in a cult. At least, according to what I can garner from Facebook. She’s always wearing track suits, lives in [redacted], and yesterday posted a rant railing about a joke in a Louis CK standup special where he admonishes 20 year olds who don’t do their jobs (apparently this is the wrong approach to take with youth, and provided an alternative approach via some quote).
I thought she was just a girl who was into indie rock, man.
Battlelog, which tracks player progress in Battlefield 3, is way better than indistinguishable from Facebook.
Too much? Or just enough? If only I could figure out how to have Adagio for Strings autoplay every time I open Facebook. I don’t even like that movie very much.
Narcissistic tendencies aside, I don’t really know if I can get behind this whole thing.
Why anybody puts up with my shit, I’ll never know.
It’s no fun when they capitulate immediately. I didn’t even get to pontificate on the Vietnamese view of war with the US, the Sino-Vietnamese war, or Chinese support of the Khmer Rouge. You smell that? That debating smell? Some day political debate on Facebook’s gonna end.
Flakey doesn’t even begin to cut it with this kid.
What does that even mean? I don’t know, but I like it.
An ex from way, way back. Out of morbid curiosity I went over to her profile, and was quite appalled to learn she likes NCIS Los Angeles. Surely fucking not. Nobody in their right mind could possibly like that show, right? Surely nobody sits down and watches an episode of NCIS then turns to whoever is watching with them to say “You know, I quite like this show, this whole world of military law enforcement. But I do wish the plot were a little less complex, the gun fights more frequent, and the characters less straight laced!”
At which point their unfortunate friend will turn to them, and say “Well, you’re in luck! There’s a new spinoff starting soon. Let me tell you about it: Chris O’Donnell plays a tough and capable street cop with a penchant for undercover work who has been begrudgingly assigned a new partner in the form of LL Cool J, an Arab linguist and Middle East expert…”
Oh and also the ex in question has gained a lot of weight. But fuck that, NCIS Los Angeles is the issue here! Jesus fucking Christ. I mean, for starters it’s a spinoff of a spinoff.
Excuse me while I go mutter and shake my head a lot.
My mother never goes in for my tasteless jokes.
