Your make-out type
Peetie once did a survey of the Worst Make-Out Music ever. (Winners included the Sesame Street theme song, We are the Champions by Queen, and the National Anthem.) I mentioned this survey to a friend recently, and he responded by telling me that his favorite make-out music is classical music.

Classical. He was not joking.
So, big discovery, different people have different
best make-out music -- how did I never think of this! It brings up the following questions:
- What is my make out music personality type?
- What did people make out to before there was modern music? Or recorded music?
I like to think there used to be the slutty chicks who made out to Bach, when the classy girls liked Mozart. And that the Spanish were getting it on to the sensual flamenco guitar. According to my friend, classical works for some people, but who knows about flamenco... I'll have to find someone who's tried it.
Apologies to my readers.
A few weeks ago, I posted a blog entry about a conversation I had with Ad. Since then, I have been scolded, criticized, and repeatedly vilified for using his words as my personal online muse. While companies add confidentiality statements to the end of work emails, social emails to me now finish with notes like "if I find any of the above information on your blog, I'll have your ass."
Yesterday:
Me: Remember how I wrote that blog entry about you?
Ad: Oh yeah, the blog... I forgot to look!
Me: People habitually tell me I'm a terrible person now.
Ad: Oh really? Sucks to be you, your friends like me better! HAHAHAHHHHAAAHAHA
I promise not to do it again.
The Wedgie Method
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veryone has a different strategy for the problem of laundry. My brother for example (with the OCD) does laundry every 2nd Thursday at 8p. I only do laundry if I'm out of underwear (thus the giant drawer of underwear.)
The wedgie comes in when I've been bad about laundry. This is when the uncomfortable, last-resort undies come out of the back of the drawer.
I get about 26 days between loads before I am forced to wear the perpetually-riding-up-the-butt panties -- the ones that punish me for laundry-slacking with an
all day reminder that there is not much time left before I am out of clean clothes. There are two versions of the wedgie panties, the Day 2 Version being even more indius than Day 1. Once Day 2 has arrived, I never forget wash my clothes, and pay off my lazy laundry sins.
Current Events -- March 2013
- Job hunting... it sucks!
- Cooked collard greens today... I'm so Real America.
- The guy I'm dating loves mismatched socks. (I figure I'm his dream woman.)
I found my Idol.
Fri, Jan 20, 2012
Seriously. I can only strive to be more like her.
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