I got scratched and bitten by cats many times in my childhood, because I didn’t know that this facial expression meant “Little girl, if you value your limbs, you will immediately cease your attempts to hug me.”
If I had been raised in a Bengal forest, surely I would have become tiger food before my third birthday.
Despite not being a Formula 1 fan, I will be watching the F1 Singapore Grand Prix in September. One of my friends, who is a fan, convinced me to go with her, the bulk of her argument being “It’s the first-ever F1 night race! Pretty please with sugar on top? I will pay for half your ticket!”
This friend is also an avid fan of slash. See below an excerpt from the IM conversation I had with her about our plans for the GP.
Me: Are we going to wear special fangirl outfits?
F1 slasher friend: I wanted to wear a Ralf/JPM OTP shirt. Too bad JPM isn’t in F1 anymore.
Me: Can we still wear those? It can say “I’m old-school.” in smaller letters at the bottom.
FSF: I’m gonna have one made right now. O_O
Me: Yay!
FSF: Maybe people would stay away from us then.
Me: My coworker and her boyfriend will be there, too. We can meet up with them… Unless they’re too embarrassed to be seen with us.
FSF: Ask them if they’d like t-shirts!
Me: Ooh, YES.
FSF: Her boyfriend can wear “I watch F1 for the buttsecks.”
Me: I’m sooo posting this conversation on my blog.
I am in a bit of a bind at work. We’re developing a new matchmaking website for one of our clients, and I’m in charge of coming up with the domain name. According to my boss, the name has to convey the “magic of falling of love.”
I tell you, it is as if the universe is punishing me for all those times I ridiculed people who celebrate monthiversaries. May I remind you that my idea of a romantic Valentine illustration is a rusty robot who fashioned a heart out of an old refrigerator door? Somehow I feel that RefrigeratorHeart.com would be completely lost on my boss.
When I asked a friend for suggestions, the best thing she could come up with was ICanHasMatch.com (inspired, of course, by the ever entertaining ICanHasCheezburger.com) Thanks, FRIEND.
Aside from naming the website, I also have to suggest features and apps that would be appealing to our target audience. For someone who has never even had a Facebook or MySpace profile, that’s a bit of a challenge.
Cue my desperate call for help. I need you to indulge me by describing your ideal matchmaking or online dating website. It doesn’t matter whether you have ever used those kinds of sites before or not. All suggestions and opinions are welcome! You can use the questions below as a guide.
Please do share your thoughts. You can’t see the expression on my face right now, but it looks a lot like this:
Thanks so much in advance!
Who knew that weird underwear can be so useful? Not only can they ward off job-interview jitters, they can also serve as a fairly accurate gauge of how long a girl has put off doing her laundry. The stranger the undies, the longer the wait.
It’s inevitable, really. Once in a while, when a girl’s hectic schedule has run her ragged and all she can do as soon as she reaches home is zonk out, she must brave the depths of her dresser drawer known as The Underweird, the domain of mismatched, eccentric underwear that wouldn’t normally see the light of day.
Take me for example. Today I wore a graffiti-patterned demi-bra with silver clips in lieu of the usual strap adjusters and a purple-striped drawstring thong.
Care to venture a guess as to how long I haven’t been able to do my laundry?
I don’t care what the old adage says. I judge books by their covers. The only times I buy books whose covers don’t tickle my fancy are when they have been recommended by someone with whom I share similar tastes in books (tastes that tend toward the off-beat and the downright weird).
But more importantly, I judge books by their titles. What are titles for if not for grabbing potential readers by the collar and screaming, “READ ME!”?
In my case, the likelihood of my buying a book is directly proportional to the strangeness of its title. If book titles were people, I would be most effectively grabbed by that freak skulking at the back of the classroom or that woman dressed like Helena Bonham Carter on drugs.
See below the titles of the last five books I’ve enjoyed:
So now I ask you, are there any strangely titled books that you could recommend to me? I’ve just got back in the swing of reading, and I want to keep my momentum.
I predict a book shopping spree in my very near future.
My name is Nikki. I possess the personality of a cat and the attention span of a goldfish. This is my blog.