Archive for May 27th, 2008

Vote for Amarra

Tuesday, May 27th, 2008

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My friend Tony is trying to get onto that drag queen reality show…Rupaul’s Drag Race.  The poor kid is a long shot, so do me a favor and vote for him.

He’s ferocia fierce. And I know I sure as hell can’t do what he can with eyeshadow.

The hottest vest ever.

Tuesday, May 27th, 2008

Be ahead of the crowd with your very own MUSIC VEST.

After that, maybe you can uprgade to one of them there compact disc player thingys!

P.S. The announcer sounds eerily similar to this guy…hmmmmm…..

Technology = Relationship Killer

Tuesday, May 27th, 2008

hate-blackberry.jpgI hope you guys had a good Memorial Day weekend! My neighbors threw a huge party…grilling, flip cup, kickball, the works. It was fun!

Well, I heard it was fun. When I wasn’t working, I was stuck inside packing.  Except when I was outside for two seconds running to Wegmans to get garbage bags. But I digress…the weekend wasn’t half bad.

My best friend didn’t fare so well. She’s been dating this guy for almost a year now…until he dumped her last night. OVER INSTANT MESSENGER.

Really. She forwarded me the convorsation. (NOTE: Guys, yes, we save your IM convorsations with us and forward them to our friends. Get over it.) It went sort of like this:

 HIM:   My heart just isn’t in this anymore.

 HER:    Um…huh?

How TACKY and CLASSLESS is it to dump someone over INSTANT MESSENGER? And I’m not just saying that because she’s my best friend.

Remember the days when you broke up with someone, you had to do it…GASP…face to face? When breaking up with someone over the phone was considered tacky? Now with e-mails, myspace, text messaging, facebook, you can have a relationship meltdown without ever hearing the other person’s voice. Crazy!

I love updating my blog. I constantly check my facebook. And yes, I have a minor obsession with my blackberry. But I’ll be the first to admit that technology has RUINED us!

 Hey dudes…if you’re going to dump a girl, be a man & do it to her face. That way I don’t have to talk smack about you on the radio.

Ooops..my crackberry light is blinking. BRB.