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Showing posts with label embarrassing. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Pubic hair goes Public (NSFW)



I was talking to a friend the other day about pubic hair. I think it was in reference to our various experiences with nude models for life drawing classes. Anyway, I'm really curious to know what other people do with theirs. I think mostly women are the ones who shave and and wax and all that, but in this modern age, guys too are manscaping. I created a poll and I'd love it if you guys would participate.

Also, I found some great links to different pubic hair styles:

-my-pubic-hair.blogspot.com/

-http://www.pubicstyles.com/ - Answers some of the world's toughest questions about pubic hair such as "So why do my pubes look like they need ironing?"

-and a ridiculous article Cosmo did titled "What His Down-There Grooming Says"

Video of a pubic hair fashion show by Stefane Monzon. I highly recommend watching it. It will open up your eyes to the options you have available as to expressing yourself with your pubic hair.



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Friday, April 17, 2009

"Comic sans walks into a bar, bartender says, 'we don't serve your type.'"

I took a quiz on facebook which was supposed to tell me which font I am. Before I got the results I jokingly chatted to a friend "If this quiz tells me I'm Comic Sans, I'm going to kill myself."

I'm sure you can guess what my result was.

"You are Comic Sans. You think of yourself as wacky, creative and a free spirit. You love Twilight and the word funky. You love all work events, especially the holiday party, and of course you love to read the company newsletter! Are you even aware of how irritating and tedious you are to your friends and co-workers?"

Well, I didn't kill myself, but I was a bit ashamed. I think Comic Sans is the ugliest font ever created.

I found this funny video about fonts I thought I'd share:





And uncrate.com tweeted about this today and I really want one now! A Nalgene flask!

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Thursday, April 16, 2009

survey says.

As I get older I'm realizing my taste in guys is getting broader. In all aspects, including age. Maybe I'm just getting desperate.

The other day my grandma called me to ask if I'd help her run some errands. While we were at the grocery store I passed this cute boy who waved at me and said "Hello." He had a really cute smile and for a second I had that awful insecure feeling where you think Oh crap! What if he was just smiling at me as a joke or out of pity? You know, the kind of insane insecurity that you have in middle school or high school. Or maybe that was just me. lol. Mostly I'm more confident than that, but not always. Slightly flustered, I smiled back and said "hi." But then when I got home and thought about it and I realized he's probably in high school. And then I felt kinda pervy. I hope he was 18 at least.

Here were the poll results for how many people you've boned. My vote was in the 11-25 range.

1-5 partners: 6 votes (40%)
6-10 partners: 2 votes (13%)
11-25 partners: 3 votes (20%)
26-50 partners: 2 votes (13%)
50+ partners: 1 vote(6%)
I'm still pure!: 1 vote (6%)

I've got nothing for the next poll. Any ideas? Please comment them.

I have been sewing a ridiculous watermelon clutch and watching season 2 of Flight of the Conchords. This is the funniest thing ever to me:

Thursday, April 2, 2009

"I bang the worst dudes"

There are so many great sites that I would like to contribute my life experiences to. passiveaggressivenotes.com has always been a fun one. I recently found fmylife.com and yesterday I discovered I bang the worst dudes (sorry, Mom).

The other day I was telling a friend from high school about this guy I went on a couple dates with (years ago). After hanging out a couple times, I was feeling pretty lukewarm about it all and told him I wasn't interested in dating him exclusively. He proceeded to threaten to hit me. Too bad we worked at the same place--work was a bit awkward after that. Anyway, I didn't even bang that dude and he reacted that badly.

My friend told me about his most recent date which gave me a good laugh. Maybe you'll think it's funny too (I didn't tell him I am putting this in my blog so hopefully he never finds out), "Another shining moment was my most recent date which ended in the "bro hug." If you are unfamiliar, the "bro hug" is where you hold their hand, pull them in and give them some pats on the back with the free hand."

I told him I didn't believe it, but he swore it was true.

p.s. I've been listening to Stephen Colbert's "I Am American and So Can You" and I fully agree with this little bit: Chivalry never goes out of style, guys. Open doors, pull out chairs, offer to undo your own belt.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

food stamps. mental health stigmas. the office.

Okay. Today I applied for food stamps. I'm really really not proud of this, but if I'm accepted for food stamps it will be a lot easier to defer my student loans. And really, there is no way I can handle another bill on top of everything. Anyway, during the application it asked if I had health reasons for not working. Or if I didn't work because I was disabled. And I really didn't know how to answer those.

I'm currently not working or in school because I have really bad depression and panic disorder and an eating disorder and unofficially diagnosed borderline personality disorder. Basically I have a lot of mental health issues. But I feel like those are bullshit reasons to not work. I really do. But that probably just makes me more depressed and more likely to have an anxiety attack. So wtf am I supposed to do? The last few days I've been a perfect commercial for depression or Paxil or Wellbutrin or Celexa or whatever when there's some person who's all by themselves looking really glum. Or maybe not because they never show people curled up in the fetal position crying in bed having not showered in 3 days in a very messy room with diet coke cans and snickers wrappers everywhere. Ugh. TMI sorry.

Anyway, I just read an article about depression and the stigma associated with it. It's about a study which concluded that people are more comfortable with admitting that they're gay, alcoholic, have cancer or are bankrupt. Seriously. People are more comfortable saying "I'm bankrupt" than "I have a mental health problem." I'm not judging bankruptcy because I'm pretty much bankrupt too. Haha. Reminds me of the episode of the Office where Michael "declares" bankruptcy. Check it out:

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Really Embarrassing Moment

Oh god. I had forgot this even happened to me today until just a minute ago. I'm not even sure how to tell this story.

Okay.

Whisper this over and over: Sarah ... Sarah ... Sarah... Sarah ...

Did you do it? Outloud? You have to do it outloud.

Obviously that is my name. And if I happened to be in a public place, say, in line at the post office, it would be only natural for me to turn and look for the person who kept whispering my name right?

I turned to look and saw about three people. I didn't recognize any of the faces. Plus, none of their mouths were moving. Yet I still heard my name being whispered over and over.

WTF?

Who the hell was whispering my name??

oh. OHH. OH NO!!!

I am the worst person in the world!

It was an older gentleman's oxygen! The sound of his oxygen supply was coming out in little bursts and somehow each little spurt of air made a sound that I swear to god sounded exactly like Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. Sarah.

I realized my embarrassing situation and accidentally made eye contact with the old man for a split second before turning to face forward and willing the line to move faster.

I'm sure all the other people in line were like "That bitch is STARING at the poor old man with the oxygen tank! Learn some manners, woman!"

omg. Most awkward moment I've had in a long long time.