counter customizable free hit WAUGHSHAPPENING: June 2006

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Scottitude

My friend Scott is coming in town this weekend, and we all know what that means. Alot of throat clearing.

Last time he visited I woke up to find him in my living room wearing only his boxers lying on my nice new formerly clean couch.

After my eyes stopped bleeding I threw the couch away.

Jesus Scott, please try to keep it in your pants this weekend.


This is not my couch but Scott does have his purse with him here.
Sizzle baby.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

My ipod makes you wanna jump… jump!

off a bridge.

So I noticed after a long rainy train ride today.



Quality songs, albeit a bit on the sad side. Go here to download some of these awesomely depressing songs (free)- http://www.pandora.com/

Strange and Beautiful- Aqualung

Tulips- Bloc Party

Looks Just Like the Sun- Broken Social Scene
( I am officially addicted to this song)

Your Ex Lover is Dead- Stars

I’m Still Your Fag- Broken Social Scene
(As well, addicted)


*Edit- okay I can’t leave this post without a happier note-

The Boy with the Arab Strap- Belle and Sebastian

Come on Home- Franz Ferdinand

The Way We Get By- Spoon

The First Five Times- Stars

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Internet dating- more stories to scare my mother

I began my trials and tribulations with match.com back in January with much embarrassment and a few understandably persistent fears.

6 months later and I have neither found “a great way to a great relationship” nor have I “MindFindBinded” with anyone as promised by match.com sponsor and child molester look-a-like Dr. Phil.

I have been on about 10 or so dates, only 2 with the same person, if that tells you anything.


Let’s play a game- see if you can pick below the dates that actually took place.

1. 32 year old date told me that he was in between jobs and living with his mom.

2. Date took the cigarette out of my mouth and threw in on the ground when he was ready to leave.

3. Date threw up.

4. Date told me not to touch his chest because he just had liposuction to have his “man boobs” removed.

5. Date told me he would rather just meet and hang out at my place and not go out. Date rape propensity rating 7.5 out of 10.

6. Date told me he was 35 but looked in his mid 50’s.

7. Date was dressed like Jerry Seinfeld circa 1990, tight jeans, fitted leather jacket, big white tennis shoes.

8. Date asked me to go camping near where he docks his boat. Date rape propensity rating 9.9 out of 10.

If you guessed 8 out of 8 to be true, ding dong you win!!



Thanks Dr. Phil, you swarthy beety eyed jackal.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

forget Paris

Paris Hilton is now a trashy harassment in every medium possible.

In addition to her TV show, her book, her clothing line, her perfume, the borage of magazine articles dedicated to her on a daily basis, and the countless E true Hollywood specials, Paris has now polluted the airwaves.

Her much anticipated and semi-delusional song entitled “Stars are Blind” came out last week.

Horay.

Come to think of it, I wish I was blind.


Wednesday, June 14, 2006

perspective

I accidentally watch the Real World every single week. This week the roommates in Key West are whining about another hurricane headed their way. Johnny specifically had major complaints with the inconvenient storm which could ruin their upcoming party called Fantasy Fest.

Since I also accidentally Tivo the Real World every week, I can impart upon you a direct quote,

“Why cant this [the hurricane] happen another week? Whyyy meeeee??”

Let me mention folks, that the show was taped after Hurricane’s Katrina and Rita, which killed at least 2000 people.

Sorry to ruin your weekend.

Today I heard something that put everything into perspective. Don’t take things for granted people, and don’t complain, somewhere something much worse is happening to someone else completely less deserved.

Love you K.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

girls gone drunk

Stacy visited last weekend and forced me to drink every night. I don't even LIKE to drink.
You can see from the pics that we looked sweet and innocent at first.
But things soon got out of hand.

Stacy was OUT of control. She would NOT stop, bar after bar after bar. She nearly peed her pants on the subway. That was special.

Best picture of the night.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

sweet kitty

He was a lover,
and a fighter(this kid was mauled right after the picture was taken)

Rest In Peace Marley.

virginia is for lovers

I went home for Memorial weekend and had a great time.
I got to hang out with the babes...