Anyway, back to the title of my post. I find this incredibly annoying. I don't even cook that often, yet every few weeks, or maybe once a month or so, I find myself having to trek to the store just for a new container of bay leaves. I'm cooking now, though. Maybe I should post recipes on this blog. At least it would be a slightly more useful waste of your (and my) time, right? Either way...at the beginning of the summer, I decided I would bonsai a laurel bush (re: bay leaves). Through my incredibly close, personal friend who happens to know it all when it comes to gardening (re: that slightly homeless looking guy who works in the garden department at Home Depot and occasionally talks to me when I stare quizzically at something long enough), I found out that laurel bushes grow, well, prettttty bushy. For the record, I also decided I'd bonsai a gardenia, but that lasted for about 2.5wks until it started to get hotter outside, and then my bush turned brown. I also bought a lily and a hibiscus. The lily died in about the same amount of time; turns out flowers aren't mah thang. Speaking of time, I also picked up a wee pot of thyme & planted it. I'm not sure exactly what's wrong with it, but it's all long & viney, and the leaves are spaced far apart. So, I'm not real sure where all of this is going, but I think it's going to be boring...be prepared.
There are a few other things that have been on my mind lately...with all the media coverage lately about privacy on social networking sites, you would think people would be a little less stupid when it comes to them. But, I guess humankind can always be counted on the be RETARDED. Here's one of my favourites. I posted it via twitter a couple weeks ago, but this person has not let up yet, and is continuing to post things just as incredibly stupid:
Alright, fair enough, you're a fan. From far away, you don't look atrocious, and, as far as we know, you could just be some teenage/early 20's whore that can't see past the end of the next hour, and you're not considering that EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS, family members, pastors, potential employers, kids, and people like me are seeing that you're a pretty slutty ho-bag. Whatever.
Wow. REALLY? Just WOW. There is NO part of that bio that makes me think you're going to end up being a crazy cat lady, who will end up old & lonely, and your kids won't respect you coz you posted embarassing posts on facebook that, again, someone like ME rebroadcasted. Oh, and engaged? Why are you engaged? Clearly your engagement means nothing to you since you're willing to jump on the junk of an imprisoned rap thug who probably DOESN'T have the best history when it comes to his use of prophylactics. I'm also curious how many, as your favourite rapper would call them, 'baby daddies' you has. Just curioso.
And, folks, here's the clincher. Tell me this isn't something you wouldn't want to toss your hotdog in, eh?:
Sexy sexy! If I had a penis, I can tell you EXACTLY where it would go...well, maybe. It'd probably go right in that twiggy looking ho, Keira Knightly. Did I even spell that right? I don't care.
In addition to the afore mentioned skankatron, the other thing that seriously freaks me out about facebook specifically is how some people seem to act like it's a dating site. I donno about you, but I feel like facebook is more of a 'keep in touch with friends' site, and myspace is the site where you can guiltlessly pull some tail. Also, seriously, why would you write some of these things about yourself? They're not even flattering. Here's one for you:
HEYYYY CHUNKY BUTT! Before you attack me, as a fat person, I feel that I'm allowed to make fat comments. Oh, also, have you ever heard of punctuation, please & thank you?
Well, I had every intention of rambling on for a bit longer, but Vesko just walked in, and he has no ability to hold his tongue when it's clear that you're on the phone or doing something else that takes concentration. So, for now, I bid you adieu. Here's to what I hope is a long life of posting and hopefully making a couple people laugh from time to time.
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