It's Veterans Day!

And you know what that means. Actually, you don't. Because today is the 2X anniversary of the exbf's expulsion from his momsters uterus. He's managed to wish me a happy birthday via text or email over the last two years, so I've determined it's time to take it up a notch, now that my heart has gone from robot to slightly less robot status. Here's what I'm thinking:

Fine. I will just send an email.

BREAKING ELECTION NEWS!

Psych! I know there's an election and all or whatever, but I think the following newsflash wins out. I don't want to sound like a douche or anything, but...

I'm kind of a big deal.

Check it: 75 Great Oklahoma Websites via Oklahoma Magazine. *Turn to page 76. I think/have it memorized.

I know, right! The TLO boys were also mentioned among many others actually deserving of making the list. I don't know if you've noticed, but... I kind of don't blog so much these days. When I let the BF know that he had the opportunity/obligation to buy a local celebrity a drink Friday night, he immediately asked whom I was sleeping with to secure such an honor. I'm 96% sure my parents paid for my mention as penance for this haircut.

**UPDATE** The dorkiest of all dorks, M5K has even noted this momentous, albeit undeserving and decidedly mysterious development. Recognize.

In which I am a horrible person with a completely unfunny sense of humor.

The other day, I ventured onto Facebook, my official nemesis, for the first time in some time. It's absolutely terrifying to see your social world fit onto one screen. Everyone is literally connected to everyone and I don't like it. I need to befriend some oldies without computers besides my parents. I am apparently friends with the workstudies in my office. They are adorable. They're roommates and also work for one of our performing arts camps, which means they sing songs and wear funny costumes as they work. I thought it would be hi-larious to make a comment on S's wall that said simply, 'less facebook, more work.' HILARIOUS! I thought, by now, she had picked up on my inappropriate abuse of nuanced sarcasm bordering on cruelty. But alas, I guess she didn't. I should've noticed when I asked her if everything was ok and she tried to murder me with her stare. Today, she pops her head into my office and asks if we can talk. Then, almost teary eyed, she asks why I wrote that on her FB wall, and furthermore, clearly I was on FB myself during the day - she checked the time. I screamed at her, 'that's why it's funny!' She was not laughing. Finally, we hugged, a real one, not a FB application one. I think we're good now.

Hate this! Thursday: They've got a devil's haircut on their heads.

Have you ever accidentally watched mtvU? I was recently flipping through the channels, probably toggling between Good Eats and Family Guy wishing that new episodes of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia were airing, when I happened upon a music video featuring some prepubescent dudes whining to unimaginative music sporting the dumbest haircut yet. Now, I'm sure this 'do has been out there for some time, but remember, I spend most of my time in a basement working or watching Battlestar Galactica, so I'm not really in the know. Also, complaining about this means I am officially old. Like not haha I'm getting close to old old, but real old. OLD.

Exhibit A

Maybe there was a sale on tight-ass lady jeans? And perms.

Exhibit B

Maybe there's a whole generation of boys born with hair that has no part?


Exhibit C

Notice how there's always one dude who just can't grow it.

Exhibit D

There's a lot to not say about this picture. What I will say is that Chi is making a fortune off of these douches.

Exhibit E

Make it stop.