YOU SPEAK DA TROOOOOOOOF, MAN. PREACH, PREACH, PREACH.
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9gag:
Daddy’s pride
OMG HOW CUTE IS THIS. AHHHH.
HELP.
I have a stage 5 gay clinger.
He texts me every time he feels like crying. Tells me what he is eating, that he hates being single and lonely & that he wants to get a tattoo of heart shaped cherries. He asks me what kind of eyeliner I use. Facebook chats me. Likes everything anyone says on facebook. Likes anything HE posts on Facebook, especially pictures of himself making kissy faces. Finds me at work when I have to walk through where he works in the hotel to get to the other tower of the hotel.
I kept saying I wondered why I hadn’t made a gay best friend here in Louisville yet.
THIS IS NOT WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT.
Is this real life?
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THIS. IS. AMAZING.
Wow, they need to clone this dude. Or even more logically, dudes just need to take some pointers from this guy.
crederefiduciasograre:
Lizzie McGuire is the reason I’m as cool as I am today.
OMG. KERI. YES. I remember watching this in theaters and SQUEALING !!!! Maria Key & I were obsessed back then. You didn’t go with us did you?!!!
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I had a conversation with Jennifer last night that I think was interesting. We were talking about how important food is in our lives and how often we talk about it. She said before she met me and her boyfriend, Jodie, she never talked about food except “oh I like that place.” “oh I like that food.” “Oh I HATE that place.” Never in the detail or passion for it that we speak of it now. That’s how I knew we were going to be friends. When I moved away from my foodie & chefie friends in Chicago, I was afraid I’d have a hard time finding people that understood my passion for food. I did have a hard time. Especially in Evansville. People there have no idea what kind of culture rock they are under. A culture that promotes over eating and cheap, mass produced CRAP FOOD. I can’t help that I grew up in that environment so at times I go back to my comfort zone of shitty processed foods. I can’t blame my parents for this. They don’t know any better and they never will because they will never leave that toxic environment.
Alot of people think, WHO CARES, STEPHANIE?! It’s food. You eat it to stay alive. That’s what it’s for. Some people eat to live. I LIVE TO EAT. I appreciate food. Every meal I have, I’m grateful for. Lately, I feel like a scavenger because I eat leftover food from my banquets but I appreciate the people who made that food in our kitchens. MOST of it was made completely by hand. I think that’s awesome. I know the people who made it. I don’t necessarily know where it came from but beggars can’t be choosers. Most of the people I work with don’t know how or care about where their food came from. Yesterday, I was supervising a pizza buffet. Classic american fare, correct? One of my servers came up to me and asked if this was a “VAY-GAN feast” (that’s how he pronounced it - he obviously meant vegan) & I went on to explain the differences between being vegan vs vegetarian. I could tell it went completely over his head and he stopped caring about what I was saying about 30 seconds into it. Then I thought, maybe I DO care too much? Maybe I do go off on food lovin’ related tangents to people who don’t care too often? Maybe I literally force feed the unknowing my food snobbery? When I am getting to know someone, I tend to judge them harshly on their choices of food and drink.
I KNOW this is a bad thing to do. I need to like people for who they are, not what they eat. I still love people that don’t love food, I’m just learning that if you love food like me, I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE. I say this because when I am talking/dating a guy, I want him to understand this about me. If they don’t, then I don’t think they get me. THAT reason is the reason why I am not the skinniest girl on the planet. I’ve worked around my food my whole life. I went to a CULINARY SCHOOL for college for god’s sake. Food IS what I know. If they constantly talk about how they just eat Taco Bell or McDonald’s because they don’t care then I don’t care about them. That’s a huge turn off. I try to look past that, just like when guys don’t have good taste in beer. I think the beer I’m ATTEMPTING to look past, but my foodie fondness will not waiver. I want to spend my time with someone who appreciates my love of food. I want to break bread with someone who isn’t just content with Wonder Bread. I want to break bread with a dude that would be down to chow down on some focaccia, brioche, CHALLAH !!!!
That being said, this nerdy ginger kid, Sam, (who actually has a name that isn’t nerdy ginger kid - oops) really does seem to get my foodieness. He doesn’t seem to care that I talk about food in nearly every conversation we have. He asked me to hang out with him tonight but I knew I couldn’t. I’m actually putting off meeting him. He just really is THAT nerdy. It’s endearing. It really is. I don’t know what to do now though because I feel like I’m digging myself deeper into this and I don’t want to break anyone’s heart. However, I haven’t even met him. It could be different in person but I have a REALLY hard time believing that. I just feel like I’ve been in his shoes before. I’ve tried to make guys like me that I think were apprehensive about me. I don’t try to show apprehensiveness. I just don’t initiate anything like the cold hearted bitch I am. However, I genuinely appreciate his gestures. Remembering when I work and texting me 5 minutes before hand to tell me to have a good day at work. What is THAT?! Any other guy I’ve dated had to ask me 982391238 times when I work. Even when I had a set schedule. I know this kid is one of those super nice guys that girls overlook because well, he IS a ginger. It’s awful to generalize. I can’t help it though. I met this kid on a lame internet dating site. I am in the right state of mind to assume things to be true.
You know what assuming does. Makes an ass out of you and me but you know what I’m already an ass. I know this. I’m selfish and impatient. I love the things I love and tend to judge people that don’t love those same things. Those are my flaws. I know I am not perfect. So I wish I could stop trying to seek out the perfect guy, because even if I found him, he probably wouldn’t want me anyway. So until then, I’ll enjoy the company I keep and the food I consume. Bon appetit!
This video literally never gets old to me. It will always give me the most intense goosebumps. Justin Vernon, I only want to go to heaven if the angels there sing like you.
dearoldlove:
I’ve recently realized my blog is basically a collection of things I could never say to you.
Story of my life. No recent realization.