Showing posts with label lolcat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lolcat. Show all posts

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Hiatus

3 weeks... That's the longest I've left my bloggy blog blog in a while. 

I've been on a bit of a rollercoaster lately, work, family, just in general. 

I've come to a realization, that only I can make myself happy. But I guess I knew that already.

I guess I had the winter blues, but they're over now!



Friday, February 10, 2012

Kitteh Love

Sometimes when I'm bored I make cute kitteh pics. 


Don't judge me. 








Sunday, January 15, 2012

Word of the Week



Verbal Handcuffs - Taken from Urban Dictionary 



When someone won't stop talking (usually about a subject you have no interest in). The talker has verbally forced you to stand there there and listen, even though you have given many clues that you have checked out. Examples: vacant stares, looking at your watch, checking your phone, answering in short one word phrases.
Girl 1 :So then I realized my cat really likes Meow Mix more than Frisky's but only if I mix it with Fancy Feast.

Girl 2: (Stares blankly)

Girl 1: Unless of course it's Chicken Livers from 9 Lives, Snowball loves that. It's her favorite.

Girl 2: Uh-huh.

Girl 1: Of course on her birthday I give her the good stuff, real tuna!

Girl 2: (Thinks fuck me, verbal handcuffs)

Monday, November 21, 2011

LolCats! Oh Yeah!

No surprises here, I love Lolcats!
Reminds of Mark.. Teehee


Sunday, November 6, 2011

Hipsters are People Too!

So.....

The other night I went for a drink with mah girls at the Power and the Glory (more on that later), and I learnt that HIPSTERS ARE PEOPLE TOO! 

Imagine that!

But only after a couple of beers.

Me: So, what do you do?
Hipster: Weeeelll, I'm like an artistic director of photography for this small media company, ya know, like it's all these creatives and we just work so hard, ya know, it's like really complicated.
Me: So you're a photographer?
Hipster: In a way, ya know

She went on to tell me how difficult it is and basically explained how someone like me (blonde, not wearing my dad's jersey with granny's tights off the Titanic) would never understand.

But after a few beers the facade broke down, and I saw that she was just another girl trying to show everyone  that she's somebody too. She even smiled.

And now for the cheesy moral of the story type effort...

Everyone has their own shit to deal with, be nice to hipsters, they might just be people under the whole veneer, and layers of funny clothes. Just maybe...



And now... Just in case you haven't seen it before.........