Archive for May 2011

Ugly + Ugly = [[Don't Do It!]]

Today I would like to discuss the unholy union and mating of ugly people with other ugly people. It is simultaneously understandable yet completely unfathomable to me. On one hand, I am aware that as a 4/10, your standards are not allowed to be that high. You have no choice but to date within the spectrum of your aesthetics. Thus a 3.5/10 and a 4/10 dating each other is something that should, by nature, occur in society. However, when above stated 3.5/10 and 4/10 decide that they want to procreate, I get confused. At the age that a person would be to have found a mate and decided that they were stable enough to have children, they should already be aware of what is reflected in the mirror. I wouldn’t know firsthand, (toot-toot) but I can imagine that an ugly person would be aware of the fact that they are indeed, not pleasing to look at. Maybe over their lifetime, they would have come to terms with their looks and gained a level of self-respect for themselves, but overall, they have to know that they are unpleasant. So, why, in good conscience would an ugly person and their ugly significant other, think it a good idea to procreate?

If I was a 4/10 and I decided that I wanted to have a child, I would sit my spouse aside for a conversation along the lines of:

Ugly me: Dear, it has come to my attention that we are both grotesque.

Ugly spouse: That we are.

Ugly me: If we are to have children, I propose an idea so the world does not have to be tortured by the sight of our resulting offspring.

I would then go on to tell my ugly spouse of my idea to go to the sperm bank and ask for the most attractive sperm donor available, just so our child could have a fighting chance. If I somehow managed to locate a 7.5 out of my options, that would still be far better than the mixture of the DNA of both me and my ugly spouse.




It’s just a thought.

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I can't hear out of my left ear.

It's rather obnoxious. I've been walking around all day led by the right side of my face, just so I might be able to hear things better. I had a job fair orientation-thing today that I went to and I ended up falling asleep because everyone sounded like the adults on Charlie Brown. Womp womp wom-womp.



I've had this perpetual look of Huh??? on my face all day. I even drew a picture of it, if not only to practice my meager photoshop skillz. I'm on my way to Walgreens right now to buy some hydrogen peroxide to shove in my ears until whatever is trapped in there gets out. 

Some old bullshit.

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My hair


Who cares, whatever. I just want someone to tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do with my hair now? I really am trying to roll with the whole, "Let The Kids Play" philosophy of letting my hair do whatever the fuck it wants, but damn.

There is only so much of nothing that I can do with my hair.

Silly hair.

You so silly.

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Skyping with my lovelies #1

I say number 1 just because I figure there will be a bunch more. I miss them so...


That's Dana and I'm the tiny box in the corner. Hahaha.

She says it's the worst picture ever.

I know.

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Something that I have learned about myself.

I can not handle sex with a person without the ability to be in their vicinity for at least the next week. Sex and run just doesn't seem to be my kind of thing. It keeps happening... but I'm not really certain if I'm down with it.

I had sex with [exhibit A] on Friday night and then left for New York on Saturday morning.

I FEEL LIKE CRAP.

And I'm kind of horny too... which no longer means ANYTHING. Fucking fuckity fuck, yo.

I am refusing myself to talk about this again.

At least for the rest of the week.

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Pictures.

LOL at my first time using Photoshop in the post before this one.
It looks like ass.
I'll get better one day.
Time for bed.
Damn.

Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo...

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Word p0rn

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Frustrated.

I am NOT

NOT
NOT
a fan of not having a car.

It is killing me.

Hey, Ashley, lets take your independance and then change it around so that you have to rely on other people for their when-they-feel-like-it generosity.

I really fucking hate this.

No lie. 

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iHooker




I look like one of those hoes that you see on the back of promo fliers. 

$2 Tuesday!

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