Haiku time:
I'm missing Meagan
Scheduling a visit soon
Bloody Mary's, Yum
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Save the drama for your... Tranny?
(Meagan, I had some drama that was silly enough to blog... Why silly? Cause it involved me cat fighting with a transvestite named Jeffree Star)
Where should I (Jeffree) STARt? Rewind 2 years... I'm at Warped Tour (Ventura?) with a few of my pals... It is the end of the evening and we are headed to the car... We happen to pass Martin from Boys Like Girls chatting it up with Jeffree Star. I call out to Martin... Jeffree turns around and with his manly scowl says, "Why are you alive???" A very intoxicated young lady (me) replies, "I'm alive to kick your ass, BITCH!". That was it! Then we walked away...
I believe it was the same summer... Warped in San Diego that I ran into this lovely he/she again... We were standing on the stage for Boys Like Girls (yeah it's a mutual friend thing... Not my fav band or anything haha) and Jeffree was also on the stage... (Apparently texting the sound guy) Before the band goes on, the sound man says over the speakers: "Those girls behind the drums are eyesores and should sit down"... But it was my friends and I by the drums!? I see Jeffree pointing, laughing, and waving... I thought it was pretty silly... Why was this pink haired man picking a fight with me???
Fast foward a year (in that year I did see him at a party or two but he would always just sigh, fuss, and leave)... Warped last summer... Now Jeffree had made a fake music career and was actually on the Warped Tour (for like a weekend) and my husband (at the time) also happened to be on that tour... I ran across Ms. Star at his booth while I was walking through the show... He decided to pull down his shirt and show me his (lack of) tits and stick his tongue out at me... I laughed at him and continued walking... The next day he was lurking by our bus with his friends, leaning on our trailer chatting... So I called out one of our crew guys and had him tell Jeffree to move. My bus, my home, get the fuck away... Well he was not stoked on that. Bitch doesn't like being told what to do.
Now hop over to the present... Jeffree managed to make it onto Warped again with his ridiculous attempt at a music career. I now have black hair instead of the super blonde that I've had my whole life... Didn't even think he would recognize me. So yes, I got too drunk, I admit it... Drunk Molly thought it was a good idea to PDA it with a boy on the tour (who shall remain nameless). Not the best decision... but definitely a fun one! Well word got around quick! Jeffree marches up to me at the end of the night and says "Come here I need to talk to you"... He is with some blue hair drama queen named Daniel Hilton:
Ummm huh??? Jeffree (sidekick in toe) pulls me aside and asks me if the (nameless) boy had a "big dick". Me: "Ummm I'm not telling YOU that!" JS:"C'mon" Me:"I don't feel comfortable sharing that with you" JS:"Whatever, Whore!" (he totally has a crush on nameless boy. WEIRD!) Then he starts chatting with my friends and I think that is when he realized I was the same girl he was feuding with years before. That evening my friends Jen and Lindsay happen to make friends with J. Star's band and crew... Nice bunch of kids.
Last night: Jeffree has a few days off in Atlanta to rehearse for his headlining tour... His back up band comes out and meets us at a bar (The Local) in Atlanta. (They have a band of their own, check out: http://www.myspace.com/itboysmusic). Drinks, chatting, fun. 6 girls, 4 boys... The bar is ready to close so they invite us to their bus. We get to the bus and the sidekick moocher Daniel is on the bus. He starts texting frantically... (I assume to Jeffree letting him know of our arrival). 15 minutes of bus chatting and the lights start flickering and one of the nice boys says, "Uhhh we have to go". We get off the bus and I ask, "Is it because of me?" He replies, "Honestly? Yes." I guess Jeffree was texting him, "Not cool man... Why did you bring that whore on the bus?" Sooooo all 10 of us decide to take over the hotel room instead. 45 minutes later... Knock knock on the door... One of the boys goes to answer it but the person outside is covering the peep hole so he says, "fuck that" and sits down again... a minute later, more knocking and pounding on the door... A different dude gets up to answer it. It's Jeffree and blue clues hair. They strut in the room. His sidekick points at me and says: "Ummm you need to leave". They proceed to call me a whore and a cunt... Lovely. Everyone in the room is stunned. This isn't even JS's room. It's the band's room (but since JS pays for it I guess he decided to pull rank). Daniel starts pointint at the girls, "Umm you're sweet, you're sweet, you're sweet... You can all stay but SHE has to leave". I'm just like over it and ready to go home anyway. So I get up. We start collecting the girls to leave. Jeffree says, "Are you going to punch me? Huh? Like you said". (never said that) I'm like "Who did I say that to?" He replies "Daniel" I didn't even talk to blue hair. WTF!? No, I don't fight MEN, sorry! Then Jeffree starts saying that I've been talking shit on him for years and I can't hide behind my ex anymore. I am 5 foot 2! I am not going to fight this man. By the way he had no make up on a looked like a fucking alien! Soooo I'm in the hallway, Jeffree picks up a drink and throws it at/on me and actually runs away down the hall. I just stood in shock. Did that really happen? How am I in a fight with this myspace famous drag queen???
Anywayyyyy you get it... Shit like this happens in my real life sometimes... Fucking strange
Where should I (Jeffree) STARt? Rewind 2 years... I'm at Warped Tour (Ventura?) with a few of my pals... It is the end of the evening and we are headed to the car... We happen to pass Martin from Boys Like Girls chatting it up with Jeffree Star. I call out to Martin... Jeffree turns around and with his manly scowl says, "Why are you alive???" A very intoxicated young lady (me) replies, "I'm alive to kick your ass, BITCH!". That was it! Then we walked away...
I believe it was the same summer... Warped in San Diego that I ran into this lovely he/she again... We were standing on the stage for Boys Like Girls (yeah it's a mutual friend thing... Not my fav band or anything haha) and Jeffree was also on the stage... (Apparently texting the sound guy) Before the band goes on, the sound man says over the speakers: "Those girls behind the drums are eyesores and should sit down"... But it was my friends and I by the drums!? I see Jeffree pointing, laughing, and waving... I thought it was pretty silly... Why was this pink haired man picking a fight with me???
Fast foward a year (in that year I did see him at a party or two but he would always just sigh, fuss, and leave)... Warped last summer... Now Jeffree had made a fake music career and was actually on the Warped Tour (for like a weekend) and my husband (at the time) also happened to be on that tour... I ran across Ms. Star at his booth while I was walking through the show... He decided to pull down his shirt and show me his (lack of) tits and stick his tongue out at me... I laughed at him and continued walking... The next day he was lurking by our bus with his friends, leaning on our trailer chatting... So I called out one of our crew guys and had him tell Jeffree to move. My bus, my home, get the fuck away... Well he was not stoked on that. Bitch doesn't like being told what to do.
Now hop over to the present... Jeffree managed to make it onto Warped again with his ridiculous attempt at a music career. I now have black hair instead of the super blonde that I've had my whole life... Didn't even think he would recognize me. So yes, I got too drunk, I admit it... Drunk Molly thought it was a good idea to PDA it with a boy on the tour (who shall remain nameless). Not the best decision... but definitely a fun one! Well word got around quick! Jeffree marches up to me at the end of the night and says "Come here I need to talk to you"... He is with some blue hair drama queen named Daniel Hilton:
Ummm huh??? Jeffree (sidekick in toe) pulls me aside and asks me if the (nameless) boy had a "big dick". Me: "Ummm I'm not telling YOU that!" JS:"C'mon" Me:"I don't feel comfortable sharing that with you" JS:"Whatever, Whore!" (he totally has a crush on nameless boy. WEIRD!) Then he starts chatting with my friends and I think that is when he realized I was the same girl he was feuding with years before. That evening my friends Jen and Lindsay happen to make friends with J. Star's band and crew... Nice bunch of kids.
Last night: Jeffree has a few days off in Atlanta to rehearse for his headlining tour... His back up band comes out and meets us at a bar (The Local) in Atlanta. (They have a band of their own, check out: http://www.myspace.com/itboysmusic). Drinks, chatting, fun. 6 girls, 4 boys... The bar is ready to close so they invite us to their bus. We get to the bus and the sidekick moocher Daniel is on the bus. He starts texting frantically... (I assume to Jeffree letting him know of our arrival). 15 minutes of bus chatting and the lights start flickering and one of the nice boys says, "Uhhh we have to go". We get off the bus and I ask, "Is it because of me?" He replies, "Honestly? Yes." I guess Jeffree was texting him, "Not cool man... Why did you bring that whore on the bus?" Sooooo all 10 of us decide to take over the hotel room instead. 45 minutes later... Knock knock on the door... One of the boys goes to answer it but the person outside is covering the peep hole so he says, "fuck that" and sits down again... a minute later, more knocking and pounding on the door... A different dude gets up to answer it. It's Jeffree and blue clues hair. They strut in the room. His sidekick points at me and says: "Ummm you need to leave". They proceed to call me a whore and a cunt... Lovely. Everyone in the room is stunned. This isn't even JS's room. It's the band's room (but since JS pays for it I guess he decided to pull rank). Daniel starts pointint at the girls, "Umm you're sweet, you're sweet, you're sweet... You can all stay but SHE has to leave". I'm just like over it and ready to go home anyway. So I get up. We start collecting the girls to leave. Jeffree says, "Are you going to punch me? Huh? Like you said". (never said that) I'm like "Who did I say that to?" He replies "Daniel" I didn't even talk to blue hair. WTF!? No, I don't fight MEN, sorry! Then Jeffree starts saying that I've been talking shit on him for years and I can't hide behind my ex anymore. I am 5 foot 2! I am not going to fight this man. By the way he had no make up on a looked like a fucking alien! Soooo I'm in the hallway, Jeffree picks up a drink and throws it at/on me and actually runs away down the hall. I just stood in shock. Did that really happen? How am I in a fight with this myspace famous drag queen???
Anywayyyyy you get it... Shit like this happens in my real life sometimes... Fucking strange
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Mass sexting-Just say no(thing)
I went to dinner with my ladies tonight and we discussed the usual things: music, boys, work, etc... I brought up that last time I was single, back in 2002 (yikes), it was before things like Myspace, Facebook, and Twitter were popular. In fact, text messaging hadn't fully caught on yet. It is quite a shock to be single in 2009. I have realized that some boys are prone to send inappropriate text messages late at night... things that they would never say in person or over the phone. It's frustrating (and usually the result of being over served alcoholic beverages). I am also aware that sometimes I am not the only person that individual is choosing to text at the moment. It's like: let's send out texts to five different girls at 2am and see which one takes the bait. Aren't we smarter than that ladies!?
I would like to point out that it is hard to determine the tone of a message when it is typed out. It is easy to misconstrue things... Wouldn't it be so much simpler to pick up the phone??? I've had texts fights that lasted hours when they would have been a 5 minute phone call.
So I urge all of my single ladies (now put your hands up) to boycott the text. It's ok to text a girlfriend or a brotherly type of male friend... But all other text will be replied with a call... If the text does not show me the proper respect I deserve then you shall receive no reply at all. I hope this will solve my dating dilemma. Of course, as always, I will keep you updated.
ps. I deleted my emo post... It just wasn't me.
--Molly
I would like to point out that it is hard to determine the tone of a message when it is typed out. It is easy to misconstrue things... Wouldn't it be so much simpler to pick up the phone??? I've had texts fights that lasted hours when they would have been a 5 minute phone call.
So I urge all of my single ladies (now put your hands up) to boycott the text. It's ok to text a girlfriend or a brotherly type of male friend... But all other text will be replied with a call... If the text does not show me the proper respect I deserve then you shall receive no reply at all. I hope this will solve my dating dilemma. Of course, as always, I will keep you updated.
ps. I deleted my emo post... It just wasn't me.
--Molly
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Hooping to get good at frisbee-dazling
I'm not gonna lie... I just glued star shaped rhinestones in the form of my name on my bar key (beer popper) for work tomorrow... First instructions on the Dazzle Tac glue: "Use in a well ventilated area"... Woops! That leads me to this post...
Felling funny...
So I have become obsessed with hula hooping... It is the best ass and ab workout EVER! I took a trip to Target with my pal Paige today so she could purchase a hoop and we impulsively bought a frisbee.... We went to the park and had so much fun laughing and being idiots... We decided we are going to do it every Thursday this summer... We want to get really good and then get into disc golf. Why would we want to do that?! I have no idea! We just thought it would be the most hilarious/random thing ever! Like "Sorry dudes I can't hang out, gotta practice frisbee"... or "Gotta wake up early so I can get some disc golf in tomorrow"... What!? We are currently deciding on outfits and a theme song... No big deal.
We also thought about buying a dozen glazed Krispy Kreme doughnuts, driving around, and throwing them at people... Not to be mean! Not like normal people, but perhaps dudes that ride in the back of pick up trucks and shit. It would almost be a treat for them... I mean, free doughnuts right!? We didn't do it... Couldn't decide if it was too fucked up to be funny...
Wow I feel like laying down now...
--Molly
Felling funny...
So I have become obsessed with hula hooping... It is the best ass and ab workout EVER! I took a trip to Target with my pal Paige today so she could purchase a hoop and we impulsively bought a frisbee.... We went to the park and had so much fun laughing and being idiots... We decided we are going to do it every Thursday this summer... We want to get really good and then get into disc golf. Why would we want to do that?! I have no idea! We just thought it would be the most hilarious/random thing ever! Like "Sorry dudes I can't hang out, gotta practice frisbee"... or "Gotta wake up early so I can get some disc golf in tomorrow"... What!? We are currently deciding on outfits and a theme song... No big deal.
We also thought about buying a dozen glazed Krispy Kreme doughnuts, driving around, and throwing them at people... Not to be mean! Not like normal people, but perhaps dudes that ride in the back of pick up trucks and shit. It would almost be a treat for them... I mean, free doughnuts right!? We didn't do it... Couldn't decide if it was too fucked up to be funny...
Wow I feel like laying down now...
--Molly
punch-drunk love
Right?
Your emo-post makes me sad. There is no advising I can do - I suck more at loveliving than you do, most definitely. I have no idea what on Earth I am doing. I think mostly I am just screwed. Screwed screwed screwed.
But I am more totally sad than anything that I probably won't be able to post while I am in Europe! I won't even get to read your hilarious posts! Eek!
I need a nap.
Your emo-post makes me sad. There is no advising I can do - I suck more at loveliving than you do, most definitely. I have no idea what on Earth I am doing. I think mostly I am just screwed. Screwed screwed screwed.
But I am more totally sad than anything that I probably won't be able to post while I am in Europe! I won't even get to read your hilarious posts! Eek!
I need a nap.
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