...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.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

'deeper than deep...'

sure, there's greater things in life to ponder. however, this is what fills my little brain tonight...
  • how insanely sexy sounding are those first few bars of the stone's 'gimme shelter'? damn sexy, that's what i think. damn.
  • why is it i think that and can honestly say i'm not a stone's fan? easy. no sexy music man. give me grief all you want, but that ain't sexy.
  • thank god the 70s also meant the demise of lyrics to porn movie soundtracks. watch 'deep throat' and tell me you don't agree. what? you think i've never seen porn? posh...
  • why the hell do sex shops (or, as we call them in the suburbs, "lingerie stores" so the neighbors don't get any more upset then they already are) jack up the price of stuff you can get online at deep discounts? and can't you just round up the price? does it really have to cost $86.57?
  • was what i bought really worth $60 and some change? jury's still out on that one.
  • and why doesn't the help at said shops leave you the hell alone when you're browsing for your own birthday gift? sigh.
  • those commercials for secret deodorant where the women share their most intimate secrets with their friends? god. I hate those. just pimp me your damn deodorant, don't let me see the disappointment on your mother's face when you tell her you've been living with your boyfriend behind her back. apparently mom gets sweaty in her puritanical haze.
  • what line do i have to stand in to get me one of those long-lasting, perhaps high-paying gigs as a syndicated cartoonist churning out work in the vein of the remarkably boring, never humorous 'family circus,' 'marmaduke' and 'blondie'?
  • i've really had about all i can stand of animated movies filled with talking animals, animals that can play sports and animals that can solve perplexing crimes. sigh.
  • why can't i sleep? oh, yeah, that's probably why.
  • do my neighbors really think i don't realize their dog is actually using my yard as it's personal dumping ground? we've been through this before, lovely neighbors, and now i dislike you more.
  • people seem to think i have such a bad attitude. i can't imagine why. obviously these random thoughts are so pleasant and charming.
  • you're all probably gonna like me so much more after all this, right?
  • wow. the lyrics to 'gimme shelter'? not so sexy.

weekend posts, my beauties. can you believe it?

not only that, but they're short ones. that's gotta be harder to fathom!


Blogger Cherrie said...

Doesn't your community require dog owners to pick up their dogs' droppings? I follow mine around with a little shovel and a plastic bag . . . not very pleasant, but gets the job done.

I find catalog shopping is the only way to go for toys. They overcharge you at the stores. Catalogs often give half-price discounts, and that's when I shop for new stuff.

Did you know that most porns were shot without sound, with words and moans recorded later and mastered into the film? That sucks almost as much as background songs with words . . .

Monday, October 16, 2006 12:03:00 AM  
Blogger Nanette said...

You know I am going to speak up on the doggy dumping one, cause that is so on the top of my shit list, no pun intended. I am seriously contemplating smearing it all over their front door. I feel sorry for the poor dog--why do these people even have a dog if they aren't going to take care of it? end rant

What did you buy at this 'lingerie' shop? Pictures please ;)

Monday, October 16, 2006 1:07:00 AM  
Blogger Edtime Stories said...

I often wondered about that sex shop mark up.
Wondering what cost $60 and how you assess the value. How much is an orgasm worth these days?

I love the surburban sex shops by the way, one around here sounds like a candy store.

be good to yourself today and I don't just mean with the $60 purchase.

Monday, October 16, 2006 6:49:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

After having spent two hours of my weekend watching a fart-filled, profanity -laced, movie about booger -eating, socially dysfunctional adults and their glorious triumphs over 12 year olds in baseball I might actually welcome anothe insipid animated farce with afore mentioned talking animal geniuses. Does anyone actually make comedies that are funny anymore?

Monday, October 16, 2006 11:38:00 AM  
Blogger Kelly said...

What is with those Secret commercials?! I hate them.

Agreed -- I do all of my shopping for, ahem, "personal items" online. Better prices, better selection. I'm amazed by the selection at drugstore.com -- who'd have thought?

Monday, October 16, 2006 2:10:00 PM  
Blogger for a different kind of girl said...

i bought what is so delicately described as the 'diving dolphin,' (i think...hmmm...so didn't really look at the package after tearing it open and tossing it in the corner when i returned home). pictures of my new pet, hmmm?

the value of an orgasm? based on the number achieved, priceless.
though, yeah, it's still a work in progress. first i had to push aside thoughts in my head that $60 is groceries for the week, a month's tuition at preschool and two week's of gas for the mini. that'll get you pretty worked up.

so going that drugstore.com route in the future.

until then, it's important i get my money's worth now. practice, practice, practice.

Monday, October 16, 2006 11:49:00 PM  
Blogger Nanette said...

Yes, I looked up your new oceanic friend. You must purchase online next time--don't go fishing around to see the price or you'll really be sad.

Aren't you so sweet to get a toy for two--get to work young lady!

Tuesday, October 17, 2006 1:18:00 AM  

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