*arh-tu*--Wasn't He That Robot From Star Wars?
Alright, so Pablo launched his first "attack" on me. Why is "attack" in quotation marks you ask? Because it wasn't an attack at all!!! The only remotely derogatory comments he threw my way were about posting lyrics to songs on my page (it's called cutting and pasting, fartknocker), and about my "stooping low" to date Hun-Gee. Hmmm, smart-ass, who the hell bums a ride to and from Loo all the frickin' time from my awfully chosen boyfriend without so much as throwing in 2¢ of gas money for each ride? And it's not even about the gas money--if I had a friend that so dutifully drove me back and forth such a distance every week, I certainly wouldn't punch the shit out of his leg and cripple him for 2 months for a laugh!!! But hey, that's just me...
I somewhat recall him making a mention about the fact that there are no pens used in website production in response to my use of the phrase "The Pen Is Mightier." I thought that he would understand the complexity behind the metaphor, especially when borrowed from the SNL skit, but apparently I over-estimated my opponent's intellectual capacity and the humour was obviously lost on him. C'est la vie...I suppose I'll have to tone down the sophistication of diction in my blogging in order for him to keep up.
And then, for the rest of his pathetic post, he tried to criticize ME for "defending" myself when in his "attack", that's ALL he DID--DEFEND HIMSELF!!! The best line that just epitomizes his defensive mode was:
"I only did that to..."
If he wasn't trying to protect himself with that line, then I don't know what else to draw from that.
As for my bombardment of insults for this round, I'm actually just going to let Pablo's words speak for themselves. From his entry "It rhymes with...", Pablo himself acquaints us with what rhymes with his name, Peter: Dick eater.
That said, you have a nice day, Pablo, and thanks for your creative rhyming...you're making this too easy.
p.s. Haven't seen you in a while, we should do lunch. You coming out tonight?
...
And Now, From The Flashy Files...
Superbowl Sunday this year was the first full game I'd ever witnessed in my life--thanks for holding my hand through it, Hun-Gee. :) In previous years, I'd only ever really flipped the game on around half-time in hopes to catch the big show. I don't think in the past few years I've seen half-time shows that didn't include scantily clad performers lip-synching and prancing around the extravagant stage. This year, Janet Jackson, the headliner of the half-time show, wore the MOST clothing I'd seen ANY female pop-star wear in a LONG time. It only made sense that by the time she made her exit she'd take of SOME of her clothes. Whether her OR Justin took it off her really didn't make a difference to me--she was STILL wearing more clothing than the usual fare, even at her most exposed moment.
Personally, no one needed to make up the excuse that it was a "wardrobe malfunction." Personally, she didn't need to publicly apologize for her "flashy" exit. Personally, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary to the millions of viewers watching on CBS, the station that also airs shows like CSI (with the many naked corpses they examine), Survivor (didn't one of those guys like to wander around naked all the time?), and many headliner soap operas (c'mon, you can't get any smuttier than soap operas).
Really, how offended could you get from that 1/2 second sighting of the nipple-ring belonging to the ab-ilicious pop-star? Well, at least one woman was really taken aback by these events and felt that the rest of the public nation should be as well. Personally, this woman needs a swift kick to the face for actually filing the first lawsuit regarding the celebrity flash. (Hey Pablo, you've got a strong kick, right?) I really think these Americans are too touchy about these things. C'mon...if this whole thing never happened, how many of us would ever have gotten the chance to see a boob as famous as that? Really!!!
Friday, February 06, 2004
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
What's The Number For Nine-One-One?
I was jumped today. It was while I was exiting the RT station. I got off the RT and headed down the back stairs since not as many people head that way and I figured it would be less crowded. Just as I stepped off the stairs, my assailant jumped me. I felt his hands clamp down on me from behind as he took me by sheer surprise. I saw his gloved hands on my shoulders and my heart leapt up into my throat...
Luckily, I ended up okay. He left me soon after jumping me, but not after I got a good look at his face. And had a conversation with him. And gave him a hug goodbye. My tall, asian attacker was none other than Vin. I totally didn't expect to see him there. He was on his way home from school while I was just putzing around. He walked me to the other end of the station before he had to go downstairs to catch his bus. He actually didn't scare me too badly...I guess living out in the 'borough and having such friends as mine around has desensitized me to such sort of surprise attacks. And the gloves didn't faze me either--I bought those ones for him for Christmas. I guess over all it was a pleasant surprise then. :)
I was jumped today. It was while I was exiting the RT station. I got off the RT and headed down the back stairs since not as many people head that way and I figured it would be less crowded. Just as I stepped off the stairs, my assailant jumped me. I felt his hands clamp down on me from behind as he took me by sheer surprise. I saw his gloved hands on my shoulders and my heart leapt up into my throat...
Luckily, I ended up okay. He left me soon after jumping me, but not after I got a good look at his face. And had a conversation with him. And gave him a hug goodbye. My tall, asian attacker was none other than Vin. I totally didn't expect to see him there. He was on his way home from school while I was just putzing around. He walked me to the other end of the station before he had to go downstairs to catch his bus. He actually didn't scare me too badly...I guess living out in the 'borough and having such friends as mine around has desensitized me to such sort of surprise attacks. And the gloves didn't faze me either--I bought those ones for him for Christmas. I guess over all it was a pleasant surprise then. :)
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Quotes of the Moment:
"Everyday is a birthday."
-- cameragirl MDQ a.k.a. ssygrl, admittedly stumbled across while browsing my nemesis's Xanga page...
"'Bart, run like the wind!'
'Mom, it's "wind".'
'Well, I've only read it in books.'"
-- Marge and Lisa (respectively), The Simpsons - Tree House of Horror XIV: "Reaper Madness"
...
The best thing about that last quote is that you're still only reading it. Hehehe.
"Everyday is a birthday."
-- cameragirl MDQ a.k.a. ssygrl, admittedly stumbled across while browsing my nemesis's Xanga page...
"'Bart, run like the wind!'
'Mom, it's "wind".'
'Well, I've only read it in books.'"
-- Marge and Lisa (respectively), The Simpsons - Tree House of Horror XIV: "Reaper Madness"
...
The best thing about that last quote is that you're still only reading it. Hehehe.
Friday, January 30, 2004
"Sign Your Life Away By Initialing Here, Here, and...Here, Please"
At work I do some data entry for our customer reward program. Basically, customers come into the theatre, fill out a form, and we give them a free card that gets the applicant discounts and free rewards for the movies that they watch. Pretty sweet deal, eh? I would think so. However, there are some numbskulls out there who ruin it not only for themselves, but for us CSRs that have to deal with them when they screw up.
Here's the program. Sign up. Show the card when you buy tickets. The card gets you ONE discount per card, and collects 2 points per ticket up to a maximum of 4 points per visit. Every 10 points, you get a free reward in the form of a coupon that you need to keep in order to redeem; it's either free popcorn, drinks, or movies. Sounds simple right? The ONLY hard part might be the fact that you have to physically have the card with you when you do all this. But still simple enough, right? Yeah, apparently it's not. If it IS simple, then at MY work, we somehow end up with all the dumbasses that can't (or in some cases neglect) to read the pamphlets or who don’t even try to find out more about the program. As a CSR, I end up having to deal with all the shit that these people can’t seem to understand themselves. What makes it worse is that it’s the same shit EVERYtime. Basically I have to deal with regular BMs everyday, and since I’m not a geriatrics nurse, I DON’T enjoy as much as some may think according to my perfected perpetual smile I ardorn for these occasions at work. A few of my favourite customer comments:
”How do I sign up for this card?”
Right over there at that table with the BRIGHT ORANGE BANNERS saying “Sign up for your free card here.”
”And how much does it cost to get this card?”
It’s free. I just said it a second ago. It says so on the sign. In BOLD font.
”I’ve filled out this form—what’s it for?”
So you went over the table with the bright orange banners, didn’t notice the sign, filled out a form without reading it, signed it, and now you’re just handing it to me without a clue what it’s for? Hold on, you’ve signed the wrong form, let me get the correct one for you…*deftly searches customer’s pockets for a blank cheque*
”I forgot to bring my card with me tonight, can you still give me my discount and points?”
I’m sorry, allow me to pull out a duplicate of your exact card with its exact account number out of my ass, and do that for you. No problem, dumbass.
"This program sucks--why doesn't this card get you anything good?"
I'm sorry. Next time I'll scrap the discount when creating a deal for my customers. Oh, and I'm sorry that the FREE rewards don't meet the expectations you had after READING THEM FROM THE PAMPHLET!!! Must be my fault entirely.
"I didn't read the pamphlet outlining this program and then I failed to listen to you explain it to me when you gave me my card so I threw out all my free rewards and keep missing my discounts. I think you should give me everything for free this time."
...*perpetual smile growing maniacal*...
And the list goes on. Basically, the only good part about this program is the fact that I get to enter in these numbskulls' forms into the computer. I get to know that Mina Soandso, born in 1934, has the email address of thug_killaz34@hotmail.com. Or I get to opt to have some customers to mysteriously check all of the boxes inviting spam and junk mail to their homes. Muahahahahaha! I mean, strange...
At work I do some data entry for our customer reward program. Basically, customers come into the theatre, fill out a form, and we give them a free card that gets the applicant discounts and free rewards for the movies that they watch. Pretty sweet deal, eh? I would think so. However, there are some numbskulls out there who ruin it not only for themselves, but for us CSRs that have to deal with them when they screw up.
Here's the program. Sign up. Show the card when you buy tickets. The card gets you ONE discount per card, and collects 2 points per ticket up to a maximum of 4 points per visit. Every 10 points, you get a free reward in the form of a coupon that you need to keep in order to redeem; it's either free popcorn, drinks, or movies. Sounds simple right? The ONLY hard part might be the fact that you have to physically have the card with you when you do all this. But still simple enough, right? Yeah, apparently it's not. If it IS simple, then at MY work, we somehow end up with all the dumbasses that can't (or in some cases neglect) to read the pamphlets or who don’t even try to find out more about the program. As a CSR, I end up having to deal with all the shit that these people can’t seem to understand themselves. What makes it worse is that it’s the same shit EVERYtime. Basically I have to deal with regular BMs everyday, and since I’m not a geriatrics nurse, I DON’T enjoy as much as some may think according to my perfected perpetual smile I ardorn for these occasions at work. A few of my favourite customer comments:
”How do I sign up for this card?”
Right over there at that table with the BRIGHT ORANGE BANNERS saying “Sign up for your free card here.”
”And how much does it cost to get this card?”
It’s free. I just said it a second ago. It says so on the sign. In BOLD font.
”I’ve filled out this form—what’s it for?”
So you went over the table with the bright orange banners, didn’t notice the sign, filled out a form without reading it, signed it, and now you’re just handing it to me without a clue what it’s for? Hold on, you’ve signed the wrong form, let me get the correct one for you…*deftly searches customer’s pockets for a blank cheque*
”I forgot to bring my card with me tonight, can you still give me my discount and points?”
I’m sorry, allow me to pull out a duplicate of your exact card with its exact account number out of my ass, and do that for you. No problem, dumbass.
"This program sucks--why doesn't this card get you anything good?"
I'm sorry. Next time I'll scrap the discount when creating a deal for my customers. Oh, and I'm sorry that the FREE rewards don't meet the expectations you had after READING THEM FROM THE PAMPHLET!!! Must be my fault entirely.
"I didn't read the pamphlet outlining this program and then I failed to listen to you explain it to me when you gave me my card so I threw out all my free rewards and keep missing my discounts. I think you should give me everything for free this time."
...*perpetual smile growing maniacal*...
And the list goes on. Basically, the only good part about this program is the fact that I get to enter in these numbskulls' forms into the computer. I get to know that Mina Soandso, born in 1934, has the email address of thug_killaz34@hotmail.com. Or I get to opt to have some customers to mysteriously check all of the boxes inviting spam and junk mail to their homes. Muahahahahaha! I mean, strange...
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
The Pen Is Mightier
(à la Sean Connery, SNL Celebrity Jeopardy)
A war has begun. The parties have been challenged, sides have been taken, and the gloves have come off. Before it is over, battles will be fought, won, and lost. Words will be exchanged, crossed-out (or erased if in pencil), and manipulated in ways never thought possible. People will be put down, typos will be scrutinized, and mothers will be insulted. Although the end is a long way off, you can be assured that there will emerge one victor--gloriously undisputed, heralded for her wit--one loser--despised, despicable, an insult to weblogs everywhere--and one hell of a lot of banana cake.
Pablo has declared that he has logbeef with me (see his January 21st entry). Logbeef (for those of you who still refuse to lower yourself to reading blogs such as Pablo's Xanga site and therefore are unfamiliar with what this term entails) is what he defines as:
"Hoodbeef" and this particular use of the term "clapping" are also more clearly defined in the above mentioned entry of Pablo's. Oh, and I took the liberty of censuring Pablo's obscene use of language--if he really wanted people to be reading his blog, he shouldn't be using such profanity when referring to his readers.
It seems that Pablo took some offense to my entry in which I simply pointed out some amusing errors he made in typing his most current post at the time. In my defense, I am going to point out that I ADMITTED in that very entry that the errors he made were indeed typos--as in errors that any writer could have easily made and then overlooked. I also would like to point out that I made the effort to not smack-talk about his desperation to attract readers to his otherwise un-perused blog--I REFRAINED from stooping that low. Continuing, it would appear that Pablo neglected to notice my initial ENTHUSIASM regarding the fact that he had finally updated his page--the fact that I included an exclamation mark indicates that I had been anxiously awaiting more of his published wit to read.
The only reason that I decided to write such a teasing entry regarding Pablo's blog was that I knew that he was a clever writer himself and would be able to handle such jockeying. I figured him for a professional, witty author who would appreciate the fact that a fellow writer had taken notice of his blog, read it thoroughly, and had deemed it worthy of comment that, although it could have been considered derogatory, it also drew MORE attention to his blog and advertised its existence to the many other readers of my own page. I had decided that readers of my blog would also enjoy the sharp, sarcastic wit of Pablo's writing style that I believe only genius writers like myself have access to. I thought that my sarcastic, yet constructive criticism would be welcome in that it could advance his writing or give him more ideas to expand on. HOWEVER, it seems that all these points were overlooked by my professed nemesis, and so, the war is on. Logbeef is now being officially declared with the blogger known asdonkey-ass lover Pablo.
As my first official assault on my enemy, I would like to offer the following attack:
Your mom.
And as a further, yet slight incursion, I would like to state that after my initial "typo" comments, Pablo's entries have been more or less typo-free.
I've gotten under your skin already, Pablo. Admit it. And I'm bettering you because of it. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
It has begun. By the end, we will indeed discover whose Pen Is mightier. Logbeef is ON...
p.s. Your mom. (hehehe)
p.p.s. Your mom again. (muahahahaha!)
p.p.p.s. Your mom! (I can't believe you read it AGAIN, Pablo! Sucker...)
(à la Sean Connery, SNL Celebrity Jeopardy)
A war has begun. The parties have been challenged, sides have been taken, and the gloves have come off. Before it is over, battles will be fought, won, and lost. Words will be exchanged, crossed-out (or erased if in pencil), and manipulated in ways never thought possible. People will be put down, typos will be scrutinized, and mothers will be insulted. Although the end is a long way off, you can be assured that there will emerge one victor--gloriously undisputed, heralded for her wit--one loser--despised, despicable, an insult to weblogs everywhere--and one hell of a lot of banana cake.
Pablo has declared that he has logbeef with me (see his January 21st entry). Logbeef (for those of you who still refuse to lower yourself to reading blogs such as Pablo's Xanga site and therefore are unfamiliar with what this term entails) is what he defines as:
...when there's beef between two (or more) people and instead of clapping each other (as per hoodbeef), they attack each other on their respective logs (entries, diaries, chronicles or whatever you f****ts want to call it). They make derogatory remarks on how it doesn't make sense, or how slow and stupid the entry is, or pointing out (very common) spelling and/or grammatical errors.
"Hoodbeef" and this particular use of the term "clapping" are also more clearly defined in the above mentioned entry of Pablo's. Oh, and I took the liberty of censuring Pablo's obscene use of language--if he really wanted people to be reading his blog, he shouldn't be using such profanity when referring to his readers.
It seems that Pablo took some offense to my entry in which I simply pointed out some amusing errors he made in typing his most current post at the time. In my defense, I am going to point out that I ADMITTED in that very entry that the errors he made were indeed typos--as in errors that any writer could have easily made and then overlooked. I also would like to point out that I made the effort to not smack-talk about his desperation to attract readers to his otherwise un-perused blog--I REFRAINED from stooping that low. Continuing, it would appear that Pablo neglected to notice my initial ENTHUSIASM regarding the fact that he had finally updated his page--the fact that I included an exclamation mark indicates that I had been anxiously awaiting more of his published wit to read.
The only reason that I decided to write such a teasing entry regarding Pablo's blog was that I knew that he was a clever writer himself and would be able to handle such jockeying. I figured him for a professional, witty author who would appreciate the fact that a fellow writer had taken notice of his blog, read it thoroughly, and had deemed it worthy of comment that, although it could have been considered derogatory, it also drew MORE attention to his blog and advertised its existence to the many other readers of my own page. I had decided that readers of my blog would also enjoy the sharp, sarcastic wit of Pablo's writing style that I believe only genius writers like myself have access to. I thought that my sarcastic, yet constructive criticism would be welcome in that it could advance his writing or give him more ideas to expand on. HOWEVER, it seems that all these points were overlooked by my professed nemesis, and so, the war is on. Logbeef is now being officially declared with the blogger known as
As my first official assault on my enemy, I would like to offer the following attack:
Your mom.
And as a further, yet slight incursion, I would like to state that after my initial "typo" comments, Pablo's entries have been more or less typo-free.
I've gotten under your skin already, Pablo. Admit it. And I'm bettering you because of it. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
It has begun. By the end, we will indeed discover whose Pen Is mightier. Logbeef is ON...
p.s. Your mom. (hehehe)
p.p.s. Your mom again. (muahahahaha!)
p.p.p.s. Your mom! (I can't believe you read it AGAIN, Pablo! Sucker...)
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Song of the Moment: "When You Really Love Someone" - Alicia Keys
I'm a woman; Lord knows it's hard
Need a real man to give me what I need
Sweet attention, love, and tenderness
When it's real it's unconditional, I'm tellin' y'all
Cuz a man just ain't a man if he ain't man enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
He's giving you his last cuz he's thinking of you first
Giving comfort when he's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
Cuz you're a real man; and Lord knows it's hard
Sometimes you just need a woman's touch
Sweet affection, love, and support
When it's real it's unconditional, I'm tellin' y'all
Cuz a woman ain't a woman if she ain't woman enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
She's giving you her best even when you're at your worst
Giving comfort when she's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
Sometimes you wanna argue, sometimes you wanna fight
Sometimes it's gonna feel like it'll never be right
But something so strong keeps you holding on
It don't make sense, but it makes a good song
Cuz a man just ain't a man if he ain't man enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
He's giving you his last cuz he's thinking of you first
Giving comfort when he's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all that a woman ain't a woman if she ain't woman enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
She's giving you her best even when you're at your worst
Giving comfort when she's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
I'm a woman; Lord knows it's hard
Need a real man to give me what I need
Sweet attention, love, and tenderness
When it's real it's unconditional, I'm tellin' y'all
Cuz a man just ain't a man if he ain't man enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
He's giving you his last cuz he's thinking of you first
Giving comfort when he's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
Cuz you're a real man; and Lord knows it's hard
Sometimes you just need a woman's touch
Sweet affection, love, and support
When it's real it's unconditional, I'm tellin' y'all
Cuz a woman ain't a woman if she ain't woman enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
She's giving you her best even when you're at your worst
Giving comfort when she's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
Sometimes you wanna argue, sometimes you wanna fight
Sometimes it's gonna feel like it'll never be right
But something so strong keeps you holding on
It don't make sense, but it makes a good song
Cuz a man just ain't a man if he ain't man enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
He's giving you his last cuz he's thinking of you first
Giving comfort when he's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all that a woman ain't a woman if she ain't woman enough to:
Love you when you're right, love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak, love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
She's giving you her best even when you're at your worst
Giving comfort when she's thinkin' that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone, I'm tellin' y'all
I'm tellin' y'all
Enter Appropriate Title Here...
(That title's actually the title you can find at the top of all my essays-in-progress...until I think of the appropriate title, of course)
omg. Sound the trumpets--Pablo's FINALLY updated his Xanga page! He even made the painstaking effort of changing his MSN name to advertise this event: "gogogogogogogogogogogo"--to his page, was basically the urgent gist of it. And although here is where I would normally proceed to smack-talk about Pablo's desperation for people to read his page that would normally not even give him a second glance over a mound of donkey-ass (yes, Pab, that IS "ass-ass"), I shall refrain this one, monumental time--his advertisement DID have it's effect on me as I DID go and read it. I WILL, however, go on to make fun of some of the typos from his page... *evil grin*
furry - apparently this is a noun. The name of the vehicle that cab-drivers drive in Montreal.
Excerpt: "He took it and sped off in a furry, probably to try to look for other drunkards to scam."
starring - v. Similar to a "Care Bear Stare"; when one lays a twinkling, yet omnious gaze on another, marking them for destruction.
Excerpt: "...most of the boyz woke up and were all starring at the two shit tarts."
I only wish I could claim "boyz" as a typo as well, but Pablo insists on this spelling throughout the whole of his blog... My lack of the use of ebonics is usually what gives me away when I try to chat on MSN using Hun-Gee's log-in. Where Hun-Gee would type: "Yo fokker, what u sayin?", I would type: "Hello dear sir, how are you doing this fine day?" Odd how Pablo can ALWAYS tell it's me and not him...
Back to the topic of Pablo's update, I regret that I myself have not been more diligent with MY blogging. Although I've posted far more frequently and far more recently than Pab, I still haven't been paying as much attention to my blog as I should be. I've already heard the voices of concern from my faithful followers (okay, faithful followER, Señorita) and I WILL do my best to catch up. I've already tried more than once at finishing my TOP SECRET blog, but to no avail. It's probably my own fault simply because I find trashing other people's typing abilities so much more amusing... :p
(That title's actually the title you can find at the top of all my essays-in-progress...until I think of the appropriate title, of course)
omg. Sound the trumpets--Pablo's FINALLY updated his Xanga page! He even made the painstaking effort of changing his MSN name to advertise this event: "gogogogogogogogogogogo"--to his page, was basically the urgent gist of it. And although here is where I would normally proceed to smack-talk about Pablo's desperation for people to read his page that would normally not even give him a second glance over a mound of donkey-ass (yes, Pab, that IS "ass-ass"), I shall refrain this one, monumental time--his advertisement DID have it's effect on me as I DID go and read it. I WILL, however, go on to make fun of some of the typos from his page... *evil grin*
furry - apparently this is a noun. The name of the vehicle that cab-drivers drive in Montreal.
Excerpt: "He took it and sped off in a furry, probably to try to look for other drunkards to scam."
starring - v. Similar to a "Care Bear Stare"; when one lays a twinkling, yet omnious gaze on another, marking them for destruction.
Excerpt: "...most of the boyz woke up and were all starring at the two shit tarts."
I only wish I could claim "boyz" as a typo as well, but Pablo insists on this spelling throughout the whole of his blog... My lack of the use of ebonics is usually what gives me away when I try to chat on MSN using Hun-Gee's log-in. Where Hun-Gee would type: "Yo fokker, what u sayin?", I would type: "Hello dear sir, how are you doing this fine day?" Odd how Pablo can ALWAYS tell it's me and not him...
Back to the topic of Pablo's update, I regret that I myself have not been more diligent with MY blogging. Although I've posted far more frequently and far more recently than Pab, I still haven't been paying as much attention to my blog as I should be. I've already heard the voices of concern from my faithful followers (okay, faithful followER, Señorita) and I WILL do my best to catch up. I've already tried more than once at finishing my TOP SECRET blog, but to no avail. It's probably my own fault simply because I find trashing other people's typing abilities so much more amusing... :p
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