Coketalk:

coketalk:

It takes a special kind of narcissism to celebrate ignorance by comparing one’s self to genius.

No doubt the Wellington groupies will already have their game plan in place. I look forward to hearing their stories! Remember girls, pics or STFU.

I swear, every drunken whore young lady in Courtenay Place at 2am on a Saturday night is doing this already.

Sigh...

Last night, in the middle of my Bikram Yoga class (because apparently I'm part-hippy), a memory floated up from my subconscious. Which was useful as it distracted me from throwing up in my mouth in the middle of a crappy Yoga pose.

Anyways, that memory is from when I was around 11 years old. I'd moved from Auckland city to a backwater town in the middle of Taranaki. I did not fit in there and I still don't. They think I'm a snobby bitch who's too clever and sarcastic for her own good. And I'm cool with that because I am, especially when compared with them. Contemptuous much? Yes. But what did you expect? The following goes some way to explaining why I feel this way about that town.

So, I was 11 years old and on the cusp of becoming the person I am today. We had been asked to list all the continents, or something like that. I forget. It was something to do with continents, so meh.  One of the girls sitting next to me saw the list and showed it to a whole bunch of other girls. Soon, there were peals of laughter. Why? Because I had apparently made up an hilarious new word.

That word was Antarctica.

Idiots.

nightwis:

New way to use vuvuzela. I think its more useful :D

 I STILL LOVE VUVUZELAS!!!

unscrupulousmaneater:

I don’t like the way daycares smell.  And sometimes, when people have children, their houses end up smelling like a daycare.  And sometimes those people end up smelling like a daycare.  Like the people that just left our conference room.  They smelled like a daycare.  And now our conference room smells like a daycare.  It smells like gross little children.  Sticky messes, play-doh, stupid plastic-y toy things, diapers, glue and construction paper.  I don’t like it.  Just like I don’t like children.

 Yes, yes, yes, yes. A thousand times, yes.

Today is one of those "never having kids" days...