Can someone please explain to me why so many people on facebook insist on describing themselves as “the real deal; what you see is what you get,” or the hilariously popular “I tell shit the way it is, if you don’t like it, fuck off?”
This seems to be a common trend among my collegiate peers. Each and every day, I find at least 5 profiles in which the creator uses the entire ‘about me’ column to either, (a) make them feel like Tony Montana or (b) completely isolate themselves from society.
Someone not familiar with the social networking group might assume that only males do this to their profiles. Truth be told, the majority of profiles I’ve described come from self-proclaimed “bitches.”
Typically these girls have major weight issues, suffer from a slight social disorder or have yet to come out of the closet.
Enough with the cartoon threats and please remove the enormous chip resting on your shoulder. Tell people the truth: “I was unpopular in high school and now, I’m an emotional rollercoaster.”
Cheers,
Victor
Monday, July 30, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Part-ly like a Rockstar
When the great musical groups of the 1960’ and 70’s would trash hotel rooms, snort cocaine off a groupie’s ass and funnel Jack Daniels from a beer bong, they were partying like ‘rock stars.’
When everyday people go out, get drunk and maybe even randomly engage in some type sexual act, they too are partying like ‘rock stars.’
But when a bunch of talent-less, self proclaimed ‘hood-rockers’ rap about playing golf with Marilyn Manson and hanging out with Ozzy Osbourne, they are simply making a mockery out of all that is sacred in the universe of Rock-n-Roll.
Please, do your part and never mouth the words to this utterly tasteless piece of shit music, courtesy of the ATL.
Cheers,
Victor
When everyday people go out, get drunk and maybe even randomly engage in some type sexual act, they too are partying like ‘rock stars.’
But when a bunch of talent-less, self proclaimed ‘hood-rockers’ rap about playing golf with Marilyn Manson and hanging out with Ozzy Osbourne, they are simply making a mockery out of all that is sacred in the universe of Rock-n-Roll.
Please, do your part and never mouth the words to this utterly tasteless piece of shit music, courtesy of the ATL.
Cheers,
Victor
Monday, July 23, 2007
Those bloody eye-lands
I’m back from my weeklong voyage aboard the Mariner of the Seas; also know as “underage disappointment.”
Although jobless at the moment, I think I’m having a ‘case of the Monday’s.’ It could very well be that my body is recuperating from 7 nights of binge drinking or it may simply be summer boredom.
The clubhouse pool where I live is marketed as the largest pool in Pembroke Pines. In the 6 years I’ve lived here, I’ve used the pool roughly 3 times. I figured with nothing else to do, and in need of some cardio, I’d try it a fourth time.
The pool was wonderful, warm and sunny outside; I did about 10 laps on the Olympic side and managed to tan a bit in the process. The biggest down side, well, besides the bratty kids taking swimming lessons, was that my already damaged eyes might have been irritated some more thanks to the chlorine.
Dry heaving, caused by a night of seasickness and a day at Carlos'n Charlie’s, apparently ruptured two blood capillaries. Oddly enough, yesterday they seemed to be getting better, but when I saw myself in the mirror moments ago, it looked as if a small body of bloody water was oozing towards the center of my eye - a bit disturbing but none the less entertaining.
Cheers,
Victor
Although jobless at the moment, I think I’m having a ‘case of the Monday’s.’ It could very well be that my body is recuperating from 7 nights of binge drinking or it may simply be summer boredom.
The clubhouse pool where I live is marketed as the largest pool in Pembroke Pines. In the 6 years I’ve lived here, I’ve used the pool roughly 3 times. I figured with nothing else to do, and in need of some cardio, I’d try it a fourth time.
The pool was wonderful, warm and sunny outside; I did about 10 laps on the Olympic side and managed to tan a bit in the process. The biggest down side, well, besides the bratty kids taking swimming lessons, was that my already damaged eyes might have been irritated some more thanks to the chlorine.
Dry heaving, caused by a night of seasickness and a day at Carlos'n Charlie’s, apparently ruptured two blood capillaries. Oddly enough, yesterday they seemed to be getting better, but when I saw myself in the mirror moments ago, it looked as if a small body of bloody water was oozing towards the center of my eye - a bit disturbing but none the less entertaining.
Cheers,
Victor
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Shoelace Nightmare
Assume you buy a new pair of shoes-Hugo Boss, perhaps-and after a solid year of comfort, the ultimate tragedy occurs: broken shoelaces.
In my 21 years on this Earth, I have only changed shoelaces on one pair of sneakers-my 3rd grade year, when it was cool to have non-tie-laces. Today, for the second time in my life, I managed to overcome the daunting task of changing the laces on a pair of relatively expensive dress shoes, but not without a long, tedious battle.
Let me re-step (pun intended): About 3 month ago while on a weekend getaway to what could have been my new home state, I snapped the laces on my black, Hugo Boss dress shoes. Since then, I’ve managed to match everything I own with brown Hugo Boss dress shoes. But as I was packing for my weeklong cruise and got to my black suit, I realized the time had come and I’d have to ‘man-up’ and change the laces.
I’ll be honest, I’ve broken a lot more shoelaces in my lifetime, but I’ve always found it easier to just buy a new pair of shoes.
Back to the story: I started by lacing the shoes in a traditional cris-cross formation, and after completing both shoes, I decided I hated it.
Soon after, I attempted the popular straight-lace technique only to find out that if I were to leave them this way, I’d end up snapping these shoelaces too.
Finally, I incorporated both the cris-cross and the straight-lace technique and found the perfect combination of comfort and fashion. Next time, I’ll buy slip-ons.
Cheers,
Victor
In my 21 years on this Earth, I have only changed shoelaces on one pair of sneakers-my 3rd grade year, when it was cool to have non-tie-laces. Today, for the second time in my life, I managed to overcome the daunting task of changing the laces on a pair of relatively expensive dress shoes, but not without a long, tedious battle.
Let me re-step (pun intended): About 3 month ago while on a weekend getaway to what could have been my new home state, I snapped the laces on my black, Hugo Boss dress shoes. Since then, I’ve managed to match everything I own with brown Hugo Boss dress shoes. But as I was packing for my weeklong cruise and got to my black suit, I realized the time had come and I’d have to ‘man-up’ and change the laces.
I’ll be honest, I’ve broken a lot more shoelaces in my lifetime, but I’ve always found it easier to just buy a new pair of shoes.
Back to the story: I started by lacing the shoes in a traditional cris-cross formation, and after completing both shoes, I decided I hated it.
Soon after, I attempted the popular straight-lace technique only to find out that if I were to leave them this way, I’d end up snapping these shoelaces too.
Finally, I incorporated both the cris-cross and the straight-lace technique and found the perfect combination of comfort and fashion. Next time, I’ll buy slip-ons.
Cheers,
Victor
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Writer's Block
Although it may seem like a myth to some, as a writer this shit really does exists.
It has been 2 long weeks since my last post. But fear not, a lot has happened in the last couple of weeks; just give me some time to turn it into an entertaining blog entry.
Keep checking back, friends.
Cheers,
Victor
It has been 2 long weeks since my last post. But fear not, a lot has happened in the last couple of weeks; just give me some time to turn it into an entertaining blog entry.
Keep checking back, friends.
Cheers,
Victor
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