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New Wrinkle in my Brain

June 3, 2008 in Thoughts by Moye | No comments

It’s true. You do learn something new every day. It’s usually about something completely irrelevant to your life, but it’s something nonetheless.

For example, this morning I took the bus (again) to work and after walking/waiting around with my old messenger bag, jacket and ipod, I learned that I was wearing the same exact outfit I used to wear every day in college. What did I learn from? That I’m lame.

After lunch, I learned that tuna sandwiches aren’t so good. Sure, delicious sounding but good for my tummy? Not so much.

Right now, I’m learning ALL ABOUT THE INSANE CLOWN POSSE. First I spotted this crazy duo who held an ICP-themed funeral for their dead baby, which lead me to read all about Juggalos and their obsession with Faygo soda pop and the Dark Carnival…WHAT!? Seriously, what is up with ICP fans? I don’t get it. The music is horrible. As B and I discussed, it’s like a horrible version of the Kottonmouth Kings, which is a horrible version of 311, and you really can’t go worse than that. Oh, with a little Korn mixed in with that. Blech.

I would understand if their music was good, but this??

Now I’m watching their “shockumentary” on Google Video so please do not disturb me.

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Wait.

March 27, 2008 in Thoughts by Moye | No comments

I take my last post back. Here is another video about We’s show, the Secret Lives of Women. Since I’m Team Lifetime and this forces me to come home late at night so I don’t even have time to watch TV (unless it is Top Chef or Human Giant), I have no idea what sort of show this is.

ALL I KNOW IS THAT I WILL NEVER BE AN “ADULT BABY.” I don’t care about the lady who hammers a nail into her nose (cause that’s not very secret. I mean, hello, you have a nail sticking out of your face. We can see that?) or the other lady with the weird silver bikini, but what the fuck is going on with Baby Ella?

Wow. I thought I was annoying when I whine and try to act all cutesy, but never did I have the urge to suck on a pacifier and spend my days in a crib. Where did they even find a crib that big? Is our childhood obesity problem THAT bad? Why is her boyfriend feeding her icecream??? What’s going on??? I feel nauseous.

Let this serve as a lesson: Moye, stop being a baby, whether it’s about not getting your way when it’s time to wash the dishes or you feel like a certain someone is ignoring you because the Arsenal-Chelsea game is on. GROW UP.

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