A HAPPY POST
Had to put that title... I'm not sinking into an abyss of depression, just to clear the air. I mean, hating the world does not mean that I hate myself or anything stupid like that. I love me. I'm so hot. Maybe if I say it enough times, I shall believe it!
Today, like a cruel sledgehammer that is my karma, I came across a random someone who LOVES clubs.
The last post (Bitch Revolution part 2) happened because I CANNOT stand clubs.
First of all, like I need someone. I don't need someone or anyone anymore, at all. So buzz off! End of discussion. I am quite content with my fat cat for company, thank you very much. I am looking towards a solitaire life with a few more of those during my octogenerian years. Travel a few times a year. Buy a boat or something. Be a bohemian like Matthew McConaughey. Get a girl pregnant and put on your website that you are going to make a baby by the love of God. Plus at least your cat is ok with you being 'clingy' hahahaha.
I would rather be in a fish market than be in a club. I don't get it. If you're like 30 (like Mr ClubLovah), shouldn't you be like taking your blood pressure pills and combing your hair from back to front? Shouldn't that process take a whole Saturday night?
Clubs are so fake. So superficial.
1. Everybody looks good when the lights are all pink or blue or other random color. But when you see them in real life lighting... ewwwwwwwwww, barf.
2. Dumb ho's and dumb ox'es - 'nuf said.
3. $$$ - this wouldnt be so bad if I had some of that.
4.There are no trampolines in a club. They should get those.
6. Lack of hot dog vendors or ice cream booth
7. Pretending to have fun when you just want to sleep
8. Porn star clothes. That is just sad.
But I guess they're good for one thing - you get to see how much infidelity, or lack of it, that you will likely encounter with said person when he/she's eyes will hover around at all the clubbers.
So Mr ClubLovah asked me out for the weekend.. I said I'll think about it.
But since we are in my new improved phase, I'm going to say I'm washing my hair.
If I was my own mother, I'd spew out tears of joy at my own protege.
LOL @ your list! I'm one of the few people that still likes clubbing. My bf doesn't really and my friends never did.
I avoid 7 by having an esspresso and redbull!!
Posted by:Bhanu | Saturday, 05 April 2008 at 09:11 AM
they have espresso in clubs????? i need to go to the ones ure going!
Posted by:isheeta | Sunday, 06 April 2008 at 06:10 PM