All right, I’ll explain the meaning behind that word later.
Wow, 16 comments? Sweet. Hm. I guess I need to post about perverts more often. Yeah, so I’m a little better in the mental area. I still have my moments, but nothing that can’t be fixed with dark chocolate.
I’ve come to terms that FG isn’t coming back. I know I said this several times before, but I see that this is definitely it. I had a chance, and, as always, I fuck it all up by saying what I say best–nothing. At least now I know that I’m not entirely undesirable. While he was here he seemed like he wanted me around, and that didn’t happen since him. I don’t think I need to tell you about him, that asswipe bitch-ass…ANYWAY!
It’s been a very warm few days this week. Yesterday it went up to 90 degrees. And you know how that goes. Warm weather equals another WTF Moment.
WTF Moment: Fashion Faux Pas #7? I’ve lost count.
Seeing as it’s nice and warm these days, I love it. But there are a few things that are just…ugh.
1)Ladies, about the flip-flops. If you have jacked-up feet that are dirty, ashy, or just plain ugh, then save yourself the embarrassment and don’t wear them. If you are bold enough to wear them, make sure that they coordinate with what you’re wearing everywhere else. If you’re wearing all blue, don’t do orange flip-flops. (Yes, I have seen this.)
2) I don’t understand why women think that just because it’s 90 degrees out that all of their goodies must be out too. Just yesterday, I saw several high-school aged girls with skirts that are up the ass, and I even saw one who had on denim drawers. That’s how short the damn shorts were; even shorter than Daisy Dukes, and yeah, you know how short those are. I’m thinking to myself…if she was even in school today…why the hell…how the hell did she get in the door? That couldn’t be my child. She wouldn’t even leave her room.
Okay, so it’s hot outside. You can dress cool, and not have your coochie out for the world to see. Alecia said it perfectly over at P739:
There is a degree of classiness that one must uphold. Regardless of the weather. There’s no need to divulge what you’re hiding down there just because you’re scared of sweating.
Furthermore, if you’re scared of sweating, how’s bout you wash your ass more than once a week, no?
Now on to the random word that I mentioned in the title. At the program, the group leader for the newsletter had to leave early, so she left me in charge since I was one of the co-editors (and the other one was out). Basically I was just checking to see what needed to be added and what needed to be done and all that. We finished earlier, so one of my friends was saying that for the next group (which was a reading group, run by the same person), she was going to give the replacement hell. She was going to act like she couldn’t say words by stuttering and stuff. So I came out and started it too. I don’t remember the exact word (I think it was “metaphorical”) but I came out with “metafuckable”. Another friend told me to do the definition of it. I forgot what the prefix of “meta-” stood for, so I looked it up and saw that it meant “change, beyond, at a later time”. So I came to the conclusion that “metafuckable” means “fuckable at a later time”. What does that mean? It means that someone who isn’t fuckable now may very well be fuckable eventually. At a later time. Yes, very random, and very confusing, but we couldn’t help but to say it. This is what happens when I’m strung on lots of caffeine.
Oh, new theme. It’s called Perception, and I like how it came out, even if the menu tabs were a bit of a pain. And I’m still a bit iffy about the black text, but it seems like it’s the only one that is less…killable on the eyes. I was thinking about using the lighter blue, but yeah. Oh well.
All right, that’s it. Happy Memorial Day to the Americans here. 😀