"Lovey Dovey Crap"

APPROPRIATE SONG TO LISTEN TO WHILE READING

If there's one thing I ABSOLUTELY HATE, it's overly obsessive PDA (public displays of affection) and excessive use of social medias to express said "love".  Makes me SICK.

You know those people that have to post on their boyfriend's (or whatever the hell) Facebook everyday.  They never fucking post anything substantial.  EVER.  It's always like "Here's a list of Questions for You to Answer that Don't Actually Tell me Anything Salient or Notable About Yourself" or "Here's Quiz for You to Take that Actually Lowers Your IQ but You Won't Realize it Until it's Over".



It's NEVER a poem or a song they wrote or read that was actually romantic or just plain interesting or even relevant to ANYTHING.

My blood especially boils when  I see those, "I just wish I could see your SMILE. "  Sounds like something the Joker would say right before he jams a pencil through your temple.  Weird.  Weird.  The truly sad thing is that 10/ 10  (I have science on my side for this one) couples that do this shit, DO NOT work out.  It's just a phase for them.  It means NOTHING, and this sort of " lovey dovey crap"  always starts WAY too early in the relationship.  I'm talking like 2 weeks in.  WTF is all I am trying to say.  This is just another on a long list of things I HATE about my generation, and it really shows in people ages 16- 25.  It's just SAD, just plain sad and stupid.


Laurel

FYI:   I fixed all the links in my previous posts that were acting FUNKY.

Flabbergasted

What to talk about..... what to talk about........\

I've been organizing my room like a mad man (or woman).  I have lovely labeled drawers on the shelf on my art/sewing table.  I have organized stack able totes in my closet.  Everything is PRISTINE! 

I have organized my under the bed rolling totes into 4 categories.  Extra blankets/sheets, sex costumes, BDSM gear, and extra pillows.   Nothing strange about that, right?

Moving on,  I cleaned my car.

I have been stuck in the glove aisle of Menards for 2 weeks because it was so backed up on downstocking and freight that I literally was close to drowning in gloves.  Also I hate gloves.  People just trash the aisle everyday.  Why is it so hard to just put things back where you found them?  You grabbed them from there not 30 seconds before, do you not remember and just give up after 2 seconds of looking and throw them on the floor?  WTF?

There was this one lady who looked like an Eddie Bauer model who came in to buy some ladies gloves.  This is the series of events that transpired between the two of us in the next 5 minutes.

1.  She picked a pair out.

2.  She pulled them apart letting the tags hit the floor, to try them both on.

3. She looked around for a second, making eye contact with me.

4.  Looks a gloves and breifly looks to put them back.

5.  Looks at me again and throws them on the floor.

I was like:


6.  She then looks at gloves on floor, then back at me, with the most horrible look, indicating that I should pick them up.

The look conveyed every hurtful thing that a member of upper class can say to a member of lower class..  " Because I'm better than you, society wise, you have to pick those up and clean up my mess.  You can't say a damn word about because you might get fired.  Pick them up, slave."


7.  I was appalled and flabbergasted. How the hell could someone treat someone else like that?  In that setting no less.

THE NERVE!  THE GALL!!   THE CHEEK!!  GAHHHHHH!!!!!!!


I tried to play it cool, but I couldn't help myself.
As she was walking away and I was all like THIS: