Sunday, 2 September 2007 | 10:09 pm
You know you're pathetic when...
- You get excited because your mum just bought you a new green toothbrush!
- You laugh at the graffiti on the toilet doors of shopping centres. Actually, that was quite funny. You see, the ads there are called 'convenience advertising' right? So the website to go to if you want your ad on the back of a toilet door is 'www.conads.com'. Anyway, some smartarse decided to put an extra line on the 'c' and changes the website to 'www.gonads.com'. Come on...that's funny! Well, I thought it was funny!
- You have endless sunburn on your upper lip...and it's not even sunny!
- You get rejected by everyone. Thanks for pointing that out Fishman you bastard.
- You end up unwittingly caught in a social experiment called, 'let's block off the main road, then force all the cars into a dead end and see how many people explode with built up bloody road-rage'. Ok, so it wasn't a social experiment, but it did happen. I was driving to Imperial Kingdom and the road was blocked off so we were forced to turn left into residential streets. There was a fork at the end of those roads so my dad told me to turn right and we were cruising along but the road was blocked on the other end with those damn little orange cones so we couldn't get back onto the main road! Ridiculous. That's the shittest planning I've ever seen. (Not counting the time they put up brand new basketball rings at our school then axed them a year later.)
- You attract all the clingy 'i-need-a-friend' types like biohazard-boy and ratty. It's 'cos they've never met a real girl before. *sigh* I sense a trend. Actually, this is a very valid point. I've always loved kids, but I've seriously never thought I'd have any of my own. I don't want children that are a burden on society because they smell absolutely TERRIBLE and/or are short and annoying. I think I'll just adopt a little blond kid. The end.
-You cry a lot. About anything. Even about things you just imagined.
- You get sidetracked in the middle of blogging and start watching Just My Luck instead.
HAH I'm so pathetic
Love,
Mel
- You laugh at the graffiti on the toilet doors of shopping centres. Actually, that was quite funny. You see, the ads there are called 'convenience advertising' right? So the website to go to if you want your ad on the back of a toilet door is 'www.conads.com'. Anyway, some smartarse decided to put an extra line on the 'c' and changes the website to 'www.gonads.com'. Come on...that's funny! Well, I thought it was funny!
- You have endless sunburn on your upper lip...and it's not even sunny!
- You get rejected by everyone. Thanks for pointing that out Fishman you bastard.
- You end up unwittingly caught in a social experiment called, 'let's block off the main road, then force all the cars into a dead end and see how many people explode with built up bloody road-rage'. Ok, so it wasn't a social experiment, but it did happen. I was driving to Imperial Kingdom and the road was blocked off so we were forced to turn left into residential streets. There was a fork at the end of those roads so my dad told me to turn right and we were cruising along but the road was blocked on the other end with those damn little orange cones so we couldn't get back onto the main road! Ridiculous. That's the shittest planning I've ever seen. (Not counting the time they put up brand new basketball rings at our school then axed them a year later.)
- You attract all the clingy 'i-need-a-friend' types like biohazard-boy and ratty. It's 'cos they've never met a real girl before. *sigh* I sense a trend. Actually, this is a very valid point. I've always loved kids, but I've seriously never thought I'd have any of my own. I don't want children that are a burden on society because they smell absolutely TERRIBLE and/or are short and annoying. I think I'll just adopt a little blond kid. The end.
-You cry a lot. About anything. Even about things you just imagined.
- You get sidetracked in the middle of blogging and start watching Just My Luck instead.
HAH I'm so pathetic
Love,
Mel