Thursday, July 19, 2007

On My Way to Becoming Infamous

One of my goals before I die is to have a song written about me. I dont mean some stupid silly song that my bf sings to me one night while we are only in his room. I mean a song that everyone listens to on the radio, a song that makes girls cry, a song that boys take the lyrics from and send them to their gfs. I want my Wonderwall or my Delilah. Below is the first song that has been written about me. Does it leave a lot to be desired? Yes, but what can I expect it's the first to have ever been writen about me, at least to my knowledge, it can't be perfect right away.

Sing to the tune of "Hey There Delilah" by The Plain White T's

"Hey there Ms. Pittman
Whats it like in your own double (bed)?
You're absent from my side,
Won't come over for a ride.

I lay with my browndog
With her but smashed to face,
Oh how I hate this place.

I know I toss and turn at night,
And in the morning you look like you've lost fight
Ms. Pittman come be by my side.
Won't cha come on for a ride?

Oh its What you do to me
Oh its what you do to me
Oh its What you do to me
Oh its what you do to me
what you do to me."

Thursday, July 12, 2007

What's next fratastic

Tis a sad sad sad day when words like "ginormous" and "smackdown" are added to the dictionary, and I would like to thank Merriam-Webster for making this so. Every year they add and remove words to and from the dictionary, I am not so much interested in the words they removed as I am in the words they added. They freaking added ginormous, GINORMOUS. Dont get me wrong I use ginormous all the damn time, but I would never in a million trillion years think it should be added to the dictionary, as if it were a real word.

So basically what this tells me is I can just start making up words, and make sure I say them all the time so other people start saying them and inevitably at least one or two of those words will be added to the dictionary. I mean the odds totally play in my favor here, if I make up lets say 900 words I think I am at least guaranteed that three words will end up in the dictionary at some point in time.

My first official word is "shmeeling". Shmeeling - a female feeling or emotion not easily defined or understood. Usually brought on for no particular and rapidly appears and then disappears. Learn it and use it blognation. More words to come I promise.

In case you were wondering here is 20 of the new "words" Merriam-Webster added to the dictoinary:

1.
agnolotti
2.
Bollywood
3.
chaebol
4.
crunk
5.
DVR
6.
flex-cuff
7.
ginormous
8.
gray literature
9.
hardscape
10.
IED
11.
microgreen
12.
nocebo
13.
perfect storm
14.
RPG
15.
smackdown
16.
snowboardcross
17.
speed dating
18.
sudoku
19.
telenovela
20.
viewshed

Monday, July 2, 2007

Dear Starbucks

I recently went to Starbucks to enjoy what I had hoped would be a wonderful cup of flavored coffee, but much to my dismay turned out to be an iced cup of crap in turn please find my below letter to Starbucks expressing my deep disappointment.

Dear Starbucks,
It is with a heavy heart that I write this letter, but I would be remiss if I did not address the disappointment that you have brought me. For many years now I have been a loyal patron of yours, I never stray or faultier in my affection for your liquid delight. When you increase your prices I agree to pay them as I am always satisfied despite the fact that I have to empty my savings account to purchase a Venti Iced NF Vanilla Latte or a Lite Caramel Frap or a Venti Black Tea Lemonade Sweetened. I do it because you have never let me down, that is until yesterday. I was traveling back from a long journey to Bonneau, SC for a family gathering when my road companion and I got an over whelming urge for your sweet coffee goodness. We diverted from our original path of travel to a local Barnes & Noble that so wonderfully serves your multitude of beverages.

My traveling companion, Michael decided to play it safe with a Grande Peppermint Mocha or Christmas in a cup as I so affectionately like to call it, and I made the fatal mistake of diverting from my usual 4 choices to a new selection that was so gloriously posted all along the B & N Starbucks Cafe. I my friend, went with a Grande NF Iced Raspberry Mocha. I must confess I was swayed by the shiny posters and the colorful pictures of the whip cream topped Raspberry disaster. I waited with anticipation as the Barista made my new found drink and took the first sip with a smile on my face, a smile that quickly faded. I was devastated by what was in my hand, and hurt by your evil trick.

Starbucks, why would you do this to me? Why would you lead me down such an evil and nasty path. I was forced to throw away the horrible decision that I had made as I could no longer look at the evidence of your betrayal. This NF Iced Raspberry Mocha tasted more like a raspberry chocolate covered butt hole than a cup of coffee. It was quite frankly one of the worst things I have ever consumed.

It will take me a long time to ever trust you again Starbucks, from now on I will know that your suggested drinks are nothing more then evil tricks, and I will NOT be taking them

Sincerely,
Sarah