...for a different kind of girl

silent surburban girl releasing her voice, not yet knowing what all she wants to say about her life and the things that make it spin. do you have to be 18 to be here? you'll know when i know.

Monday, September 03, 2007

Phil Collins - I Don't Care Anymore


Blogger kimmyk said...

I would never drink my own pee.

But I would pee on you if you were stung by a jellyfish-know that.

There's so much to this life that I don't understand, I honestly don't know where to begin.

Pass me a cheese sammich and I'll think about it.

Monday, September 03, 2007 6:13:00 PM  
Blogger Stacie said...

Mean spirited people
hip hop/rap (its really all the same to me)
chess..I know how to play, but I don't strategize well
why I'm dying of heat exhaustion one minute and freezing my ass off the next...
there so much more, but I just can't think straight really..

Monday, September 03, 2007 7:14:00 PM  
Blogger Nanette said...

I really don't get cock blocking. Are there ground rules for that sort of game?

I don't get things that are just right, I instead prefer the bigger and better version of everything, much to my wallets chagrin.

Ah, I don't care anymore either.


Monday, September 03, 2007 10:04:00 PM  
Blogger Edtime Stories said...

You don't understand JELLO????

Tuesday, September 04, 2007 6:50:00 AM  
Blogger FTN said...

I "get" everything. It's part of my charm.

Well, except for this whole "leave your comments to this post below Phil Collins" thing. That pretty much had me baffled, obviously.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007 10:14:00 AM  
Blogger Desmond Jones said...

Hmmmmm. . . cock blocking. . . it's a game, you say? I'm guessing this has nothing to do with roosters playing football, right?

Thanks, DKG; I wasn't really feeling too terribly old yet, today. . .

Molly had a sister who used to drink her own pee, as some kind of ritual something-or-other (she would also save her placentas after giving birth, so she could cook and eat them later) (Yes, she was. . . odd, shall we say. . .)

But, I'm completely down with the pepper-jack thing. I've always had a fondness for cheese - cheddar, colby, muenster, all kinds of cheese. But a few years ago (I can't say it was love at first bite, but it didn't take long to 'grow on me'), pepper-jack just overwhelmed my taste-buds, and it's been 'no looking back'. And not just the jalapeno pepper-jack; I'll take an extra look to get the habanero stuff. Oh, yeah. . .

And, regarding the Phil Collins post (is this the place where I say I've never 'gotten' Phil Collins?), I feel a little bit like Luke Skywalker standing by while Leia tells Solo that he just doesn't care, and Luke can only stand there, like a doofus, saying lamely, "I care. . ."

Because you know I do. . .

Tuesday, September 04, 2007 10:48:00 AM  
Blogger Choppzs said...

Ok, i must go and recap your list.

First off, I love to watch Survivor Man! I learned you can drink your pee to stay hydrated, but that it can also kill you if you do it to much! lol Plus my husband already knew that being a Marine and all! He said "Duh, you didn't know that??" "Uh no Hon, I never thought of drinking my own urine!" EWWWWW

Ok, what's with the q-tips?? Any good suggestions?? lol

Games suck
Men suck
Mean people suck
Cheese is the GREATEST

There enough, now I must go eat me some cheese! lol

Tuesday, September 04, 2007 11:24:00 AM  
Blogger Chag said...

Why there seems to be so many derogatory words for women, but not nearly an equal number for men. Because I think the term "man" is derogatory enough. As in, "Oh, he's such a man." Fill in your favorite adjective (stupid, dumb, ignorant) and you don't need another term!

Sorry to vent. I just don't know why people are calling me a stupid man today.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007 11:48:00 AM  
Blogger April said...

I hate games...who wants to follow rules??

Pepper Jack Cheese...OMG. YUM...'nuff said.

Jello? I don't get it either.

And I've just plain stopped trying to figure out why my selective memory remembers the things it does.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007 2:01:00 PM  
Blogger Recovering Soul said...

jello good, but must add STUFF inside it. That is my motto.

people who shuffle their feet when they walk - why can't you just pick up your feet? I don't get it.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007 2:24:00 PM  
Blogger Phyllis RenĂ©e said...

I'm wondering how you can have an orgasm with a Q-Tip. I mean, size doesn't count, but a Q-Tip? That's just ridiculous!

(btw, I got here from FTN)

Tuesday, September 04, 2007 3:24:00 PM  
Blogger Therese in Heaven said...

Jello good, but under no circumstances must there be STUFF in it.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007 10:57:00 PM  
Blogger for a different kind of girl said...

kimmy - I'll swap you a cheese sammich for a peanut butter and lettuce one, hopefully steer clear of the jellyfish and then work on trying not to get pissed about the other things in life I simply don't get. They're utterly pointless anyway!

When in crisis, though, it's good to know someone willing to pee on you!

Stacie - I could lump much of your list together and call it mine. Math, though, more than anything else there, may be the death of me! I could also add to this list, but it makes my brain tired and some if it simply isn't worth the thought.

Nan - Apparently there are no rules. Or only rules that apply in circumstance. Who f'n knew? Caring just makes my head hurt.

Ed - Oh, dear, I *get* Jell-O - I mean, it's one cup hot, one cup cold and a bit in the fridge and you apparently have this edible substance. What I don't get, I guess, is why anyone would eat it! Why eat, say orange jello, when you can just eat an orange!

FTN - I knew you'd get it. I bet you get more than I can even imagine. And here I thought I *got* it all. This may call for some type of dual. I'm twisted and jaded, though, so I may come out the underdog champion.

And honestly, were you just baffled by the inclusion of a Phil Collins song in general?

Desmond - I've found cock blocking to be this truly lame and utterly pathetic game used to not so much "block" but to apparently show power where there is none. Minus the roosters. Because when you get *actual* roosters involved, it adds a whole other level of nastiness to the game.

Thanks for prefacing your fondness for pepper-jack cheese with that cringe inducing story of your sister-in-law. I was actually eating some pepperjack cheese as I read that and I had to put it down. I hope I don't associate the two the next time I reach for that cheesy goodness!

And, oh Luke, you know I do, too. But let's avoid that whole "gah! we're related" revelation, K?

Choppzs - My first question is why would anyone be inclined to drink *too* much of their own urine? I'd think it would take a strong case to even convince me to bring some up to my lips, let alone want to bury my head in the punch bowl!

Some men suck. Some games suck (not Battleship or Clue).Some men suck at the game. Mean people truly suck. Cheese will never suck. We're on the same page! And that list may include why I'm sticking to the Qtip thing!

Chag - 0h, I think you've truly hit on it! I wasn't thinking that we're very guilty of just saying "men" with that exasperated tone and it conveys, to some degree, any derogatory remark they can lob at us. Unless it's the 'c' word, and then I'm just left speechless at that one.

Sorry you're getting heaped on. You shall never hear "gah, men!" from me!

April - Apparently there are rules to follow. Apparently chaos and coverups follow if you don't. If rule following is to be the case, I suppose the instructions should be much shorter for me!

RS - AH! Stuff inside of jello is quite possibly the worse thing ever!! Who the hell thought "You know what would make this orange jello rock even harder? Carrots. Yep! Somebody shredd me up a pound of carrots. Oh, and while you're at it, toss me those raisins."

Gag. I shall hold steadfast to my disdain for Jell-O.

But I will agree with the shuffling feet part. In college, every morning and every evening, we had a 'shuffler' go by our dorm door. It was insanity inducing. We'd just yell out the door "pick up your feet!"

And then add, "and turn down that Bon Jovi cassette! Seriously! No one needs to hear 'Bad Medicine' 12 times in a row."

Neither command worked much, but I'll tell you what. I can kick ass on 'Bad Medicine' if i were to ever karoake and I do not EVER shuffle my feet!

Phyllis Renee - Oh, in the realm of Qtip orgasms, size so doesn't matter. I'm a goner upon insertion. And quite insatiable about them. I may even kick my leg a little bit, like a puppy getting their belly scratched. Honestly Qtips have yet to fail me in that capacity.

Thanks for the visit and comment, too. It sometimes seems like I'm FTN's blogging crack whore and he's the pimp, but I dig it. Hope all this doesn't keep you from coming back!

Therese - Not even a marshmallow or a maraschino cherry, I say! Stuff is made to be separate!

Wednesday, September 05, 2007 9:18:00 AM  
Blogger Desmond Jones said...

See, now you understand, DKG. The first 'Star Wars' movie, way back when you were, what - six? - was a delightful, fun piece of cinematic goodness - small-planet boy goes off to intergalactic war, meets beautiful girl, beats the bad guys, life is good. And after that, somebody needed to save George Lucas from himself. "I am your father" - puh-leeze! And Leia as twin sister just made me gag all over again.

I kept waiting to find out that it was all just a cheesy (no pun intended) dream-sequence. . .

OK, I'm better now. . .

Wednesday, September 05, 2007 10:12:00 AM  
Blogger FTN said...

It's hard out here for a pimp.

Thursday, September 06, 2007 9:31:00 AM  
Blogger for a different kind of girl said...

FTN - But you know what's working for you? You keep your game tight like Kobe on game night.

I hope you're not duckin' dodgin' bullets everyday, though.

Thursday, September 06, 2007 4:40:00 PM  

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