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shadowkat1. SmartBitches makes fun of romance novel covers
I usually don't find these commentaries all that funny. But this is just... LMAO. I laughed so hard it hurt my chest a bit.
Dear Lord...thank you, I needed that.
2. So I discuss television shows with wet-behind-the-ears yet so earnest young co-worker.
Co-worker: You're more likely to find a good movie than a good television show, so why bother.
Me: Not true. There's a lot of good television shows out there.
Co-worker: There's too many of them, there's fewer movies.
Me: Not true. There's about an equal amount of both.
Co-worker: They can have a television series about everything.
Me: Same with movies. Plus cheaper to make.
Co-Worker: All prime-drama are soap operas.
Me: No they aren't.
Co-worker: Do you know what one is?
Me: Well, yes, I happen to like them and watch the daytime soaps, which are actual soap operas. Do you know how the term soap opera originated?
Co-worker give me a blank look.
Me: They were melodramas with a lot of talking and melodramatic things would happen, and during the commercials they'd sell soap.
Co-worker: hand soap?
Me: Yep. Started in the 1930s and 20s on Radio.
Co-worker: A bunch of people got together and recommended one show that I might like to watch. They chose House of Cards. The first season was amazing and then it slid down hill.
Me: Well, most television shows probably shouldn't go past five seasons..
I tell my mother this story. She tells me that he reminds her of my brother.
My problem? I need to learn not to voice my opinion.
3. Slightly irritable, the city, the heat, and work are getting on my nerves. Good thing I'm going on vacation soon.
Today on the train ride home -- I wanted to write. But I couldn't at first, because two guys had to do their sprawl. One seat isn't enough they need to take up two, because apparently their dick is so big they can't bare to press their knees closer together for fear of smashing the poor thing.
When a space opened, I jumped to it. It was nice for a minute. Until two obnoxious guys came over. One decided to take the middle seat and do his "sprawl" and talk to his friend across the middle of the train. I looked at him, and said "Seriously?" And sheepish, he moved. It helped that I was older and much bigger than he was, and I let him know he was being an ass with just a look and one word.
When he moved, I thanked him.
Still talking across the train. Frigging hell, just go sit next to each other. Let me write in peace.
The train announcer comes on and announces that due to the lateness of the train, it's going express and basically skipping five stations. I grin. There goes the asshole with the bike that's blocking half the seats, the guys sprawling on the seats that I had to leave, and the two obnoxious chatters.
All forced to wait in the steaming heat for another train. Hee Hee Hee.
I restrained myself from doing a happy dance.
I usually don't find these commentaries all that funny. But this is just... LMAO. I laughed so hard it hurt my chest a bit.
Dear Lord...thank you, I needed that.
2. So I discuss television shows with wet-behind-the-ears yet so earnest young co-worker.
Co-worker: You're more likely to find a good movie than a good television show, so why bother.
Me: Not true. There's a lot of good television shows out there.
Co-worker: There's too many of them, there's fewer movies.
Me: Not true. There's about an equal amount of both.
Co-worker: They can have a television series about everything.
Me: Same with movies. Plus cheaper to make.
Co-Worker: All prime-drama are soap operas.
Me: No they aren't.
Co-worker: Do you know what one is?
Me: Well, yes, I happen to like them and watch the daytime soaps, which are actual soap operas. Do you know how the term soap opera originated?
Co-worker give me a blank look.
Me: They were melodramas with a lot of talking and melodramatic things would happen, and during the commercials they'd sell soap.
Co-worker: hand soap?
Me: Yep. Started in the 1930s and 20s on Radio.
Co-worker: A bunch of people got together and recommended one show that I might like to watch. They chose House of Cards. The first season was amazing and then it slid down hill.
Me: Well, most television shows probably shouldn't go past five seasons..
I tell my mother this story. She tells me that he reminds her of my brother.
My problem? I need to learn not to voice my opinion.
3. Slightly irritable, the city, the heat, and work are getting on my nerves. Good thing I'm going on vacation soon.
Today on the train ride home -- I wanted to write. But I couldn't at first, because two guys had to do their sprawl. One seat isn't enough they need to take up two, because apparently their dick is so big they can't bare to press their knees closer together for fear of smashing the poor thing.
When a space opened, I jumped to it. It was nice for a minute. Until two obnoxious guys came over. One decided to take the middle seat and do his "sprawl" and talk to his friend across the middle of the train. I looked at him, and said "Seriously?" And sheepish, he moved. It helped that I was older and much bigger than he was, and I let him know he was being an ass with just a look and one word.
When he moved, I thanked him.
Still talking across the train. Frigging hell, just go sit next to each other. Let me write in peace.
The train announcer comes on and announces that due to the lateness of the train, it's going express and basically skipping five stations. I grin. There goes the asshole with the bike that's blocking half the seats, the guys sprawling on the seats that I had to leave, and the two obnoxious chatters.
All forced to wait in the steaming heat for another train. Hee Hee Hee.
I restrained myself from doing a happy dance.