I'm a people person, but......

Food update: hungry. Lots of rice involved. Mince and pasta tonight - not spag bol because tomatoes ran out days ago. Noodles tomorrow me thinks. I hate instant noodles. 

Anyway, I like to think I have some tact, I like to think I have atleast some social skills. Some people however, do not or very seldom use them. There are two kinds of social-skillless people - those who have never learnt them (parenting, some sort of illness or maybe they just wanted to toe the line)  and those who fail to put them into practice. In the latter case they make me feel somewhat good about myself. 

Situation: at gig at nice bar. Female xxxxxxxxxxx (Weasel knows them, and no that isn't the right amout of x's - I will not make that mistake) was taking photos of the preformer. Insted of saying hello or making polite small talk which is one is inclined to do when they know each other but not that well they said "are you f---ing drunk?".  This is not something I would say. And i especially hope it wasn't like a "because I am too" question because she had a camera and a flash unit which if broken would make my heart cry blood. 

I digress, then there was other departmental female xxxxxxxxxx (again incorrect x numbers) that told me I should go to the night in question in the first place. On arrival a young man pauses to photograph me, in which she runs in to grab me and pose. And fails to aknowledge me again...the whole night. When one encourages someone to attend something it may be common (or prehaps not?) to make atleast social chit-chat with them? 

Or am I prehaps wrong and very old fashioned? I have come to the conclusion that i need to be meaner. In the case of some people I do not struggle to do this, I think I may have to extend it to all humanity. Failing that open my own Miss Erica-May manners school which i shall rule over with a gloved fist. 

Which? You decide

Cellular phones

Or prehaps this post should be titled "ways to use technology to make me hate you"

I've heard it said that cell phones are the only things a man will brag that he has the smallest one.

Cell phones just get on my nerves to be honest (or tbh, if you're a Miley fan, use msn and think bebo iz *so* the Kewlest thing eva ^-^ In other words 13 years old) Using such abbrivations that's the first way to make me hate you. WTMMHU if you must shorten things.

There's always one person, who upon the purchase of a new mobile telephone will (painfully) test out all the ring and message tones. Nice. Way #2

And that's not all, there's the boasting. "Oh my cellphone has a mp3 player/camera/keyboard/Taser/hologram/pancake flipper/solarpowered cow caller/FLIPPING USELESS PIECE OF CRAP.

The gadgets aren't even that good. "ooh i've got a 2 megapixels on my phone." God, it's not 1997. Get a camera and you can have photos can be printed without people looking like they've watched the videotape off The Ring.
I've got a perfectly fine ipod I can listen to when I want music. It's 8gig, not 512mb.

I understand there is some sort of advantags to having all the things you use in one small gadget.
But I'm happy, quite happy in having my ipod as my music player and my phone to text and call.

I've always found the most flashly phones break in the shortest amount of time.

I don't want to pass on your "friendship tag/cuddle/kiss" - infact anyone who sends me such messages can expect to be removed from my friendship list. #3

Likewise, "Hi" the single word text message is not something I will reply to. What do you say back to that? "Hi" ? then the conversation will go absolutly flipping nowhere. #4

In the same vein is the message "What's up, i'm bored" - because that makes me feel REAL good knowing I am somewhat of a last resort entertainment. #5

That's probably what the person in the photo does. What a kool cat she is.

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I've got a confession to make, I'm boring.

There I said it.

31? 31?

I only have 31 followers.

31 people people think I am interesting enough to subscribe to my tweets.

I had 45.

I more I lose people, the less motivation I have to tweet.

I mean I don't want to be too general "just hanging out" "watching tv"

Flip, but I don't want to be too neiche.

As with my previous post on Verbalis diarreais, some people (and we all know someone) who discloses way to much. And twitter just gives them an excuse to do this...on the internet.

Should I just send my twitter acount to the big cyber graveyard in the sky?

Any sugestions on getting to be more interesting

http://tiny.cc/OMLYy

It's all lie, lies I tell you

Sometimes people really make things up, but pretend they didn't.
What they think is a foolproof excuse, actually just insults your intellegence.
It must've happened to you..

I didn't forget about you (oh really?)
I've been meaning to call you (as above)
I was just thinking about you (oh really? just trying to telepathically transmit the email you haven't sent me)
I'll just take your number again (bull you have my number)
What's your last name again? (I don't even know what he was trying to achieve with that one?)
I was just hanging out with them
No, no, of course we're not involved (you just decided to go over to their house at 7 am to say hello, then leave shortly after. And co-incidently didn't change your clothes that morning?)


More to come. Has this ever happen to you?

Breaking up is so very hard to do

So, a girl (namely me) walks into a framing store. To look for a frame or a quote and the like.

The staff member gives a polite hello, to which I reply hello. Then I hear a less than polite "hello?" to which I look up to. It's an ex boyfs flatmate.

Does he really think he has the right to demand my attention in the same way a friend would.

My answer is no.

My logic is break up with the boy, break up with the friends.

Unless of course you have the friends first, or you have something more in common than the boy in question.

In this case, we never talked unless I was around at their house.

So no (metaphorical) love lost really.

Anyone else got an akward face off you'd like to share?

What are your rules?

We didn't need to know that

Forget swine flu, the worse disease doing the rounds is actually verbal diarrhea.


Verbal diarrhea v. From the latin words Verbalis diarrheais

Over-zestuous (often inappropriate) statements about ones personal life.
Symptoms of Verbalis diarreais: Blank looks from co-workers, social alienation and gossip.
Particularly prevelent (although no limited to) intoxicated persons.

We all have our confidents - close friends we can share our dirty little secrets with.

But WE do not need to know about your nasty fetishes, your sexual tendancies, or who you slept with in the weekend.

Anyone who has ever taken communications (many degree programmes) will now that communication can't be taken back.

The work place is somewhere we all want friends, but telling your co-workers (or in my case classmates) isn't the way to get them.

If we overheard you waxing lyrical about your what you like the bedroom it's not going to be forgotton.

There's "don't screw the crew" as a catch phrase - Any ideas for a over-personal confession one?

The name game

Remember the scene in The Simpsons where Marge and Homer are deciding to name Bart? Bad things that rhyme with Bart (And I know you're all thinking a word starting with F huh?) and the things people might bully him about it?

It should be mandatory for all parents to do that.

I mean it would really it would save a lot of therapy or deed poll fees later in life.

The case of Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii and Brfxxccxxmnpcccclllmmnprxvclmnckssqlbb11116 are just mean.

Forms just don't have that many boxes.

Then there are the names that really that fall under the "how could you be so stupid" catagory.

Dick Assman

Ima Hogg

Urban Shocker

It's enough to make you book resevations under the name John

Or anything that comes under "they loved him so much they named him twice" See anything like donovan O' Donovan

Lastly, and most a situation i've experianced myself. The gender unspecific name.

Tracy Hicks.... Go go google. Not the middle aged woman I thought. But a MAN with a mostache...

No wonder HE didn't email me back.