Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Clairvoyant.

As long as you bring him a dead squirrel, shoe laces from American Apparel, and a quote from a brat pack movie and he'll tell you your future and boy is it juicily ironic.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Succedaneum.

Getting off the dirt bike and picking up the glow stick must be like ditching the condo downtown and moving into the renovated firehouse loft in the hip district.
It's all the same shit but, the people seem to be more passionate and animated.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Gainsaying.

I'd be sweating bullets too if I found myself at a Blink 182 concert in matching t-shirts with my boyfriend, who I'd be in denial about his homosexual interests, and friend who I'd be in denial about taking her serious as a person. It seems like it'd be a lot of pressure.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Jabot.

I'm a huge sunglasses fancier mostly because of their nostalgic iconship. So, my tolerance of excessiveness in design is pretty high. Also, they protect your
eyes from the sun! (watch Corrina, Corrina)

This is it though, when the frame mass has more than doubled the actual shade. We don't reside that close to the sun. We also don't live amongst a permanent eclipse.
Put the shades away batman, collars downs kids.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Omission.

Elevator rides are incredibly awkward as it is. It's even more awkward when someone forgot their kid in the elevator. Everyone looks at each other like their all careless parents until they realize that they're the only one left in the elevator with the kid. Eeeeeeek.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Yabba-dabba-don't.

Technology bewilders me. I can't tell if it's bringing us down or making us a better, more advanced society, I suppose it depends on the individual.
The Flinstone's had some interesting commentary on technology.
A woolly mammoth for a shower, a bird carving on a stone tablet as an instant photo.
As fun and wacky as all that sounds, why would you ever find the attire of cave people appealing? Like saying primitive is the new black.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Balmy.

Good grief, I hope that this is an update of Grease the musical.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Coulrophobia.

The phobia of clowns I think went on the rise when Stephen King's "IT" came out and there was that portion of kids that saw it when they were just a little too young. Can you imagine having to say "sorry I'm late guys, my therapy session for my clown phobia ran a little behind"?

Friday, September 18, 2009

Pannychous.

I'm surprised redheads are not a more naturally nocturnal breed being pale skinned and all. Then, again it would be unfortunate because redheads would be the ones who would then gravitate towards graveyard shift jobs and later down the road we have an issue of class on our hands.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Itinerary detour.

I think this may be what my parents had in mind when raising me.
A good looking, wholesome, girl scout who just drinks orange juice when she hangs out with friends.
Things kind of went the other way.
Though I did find the orange juice, it had been hiding in the vodka.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Cabalistic.

Law offices of Johnston & Johnston's brand spanken new intern. He knows how to make every drink in the book and he makes a mean Singapore Sling. While he makes it he'll tell you about his adventures with Bobby Fischer when they were roomates in Whitehorse, Yukon and that was all Bobby wanted to drink. Why wouldn't you hire this guy. We call him Basil.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Despotize.

No, it's no ones fault Kathy Griffin threw up and then Criss Angel whispered to it and it showed up at the party and won't stop talking about hair in 2012. If you ask me it was a complete fluke.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Consternation.

How long are you required to stay at a crazy acquaintances birthday party? This is the question you may ask your friend who graciously agrees to attend with you.
The answer is....
they decide.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Inapropos.

What are you supposed to carry in one of these? I can tell you now, not spare change or other rubber objects. It would be so embarrassing and cumbersome when you need one more quarter for the meter and it takes you three minutes to wedge it out of one of those spike things. There's your other problem every time you reach your hand in the bag your fingers get caught in what look like sore cow utters. The designer of this bag must have some terribly vexing issues.

Seraphic.

My, isn't teenage love just darling.