Wow! Who knew I would have to set aside a significant amount of time to read this profile, never mind the whole “response” thing. Mind, it’s a wee bit fascinating and there are many points upon which we agree. Tattoos? Never, ever understood the point of permanently burning information into your own skin. What do they think notebooks, roadmaps and grafitt are for? And those sniglets of insight will embarrass the **** out of you a few years down the road, especially when your little lad asks what the words on daddy’s bum mean?
Eye makeup on dudes doesn’t bother me as much as freakin’ foot-long eyelashes on young women. I asked one to stand a wee bit closer to me because I was having a hot flash and the breeze she was generating was impressive. And oh, the memories all those iPhones will bring to us … “remember that Christmas you LOST YOUR PHONE? OMG! But gran, god love her, cashed in most of her bonds to get you a lovely brand-new one, bless. Mind you, she died in poverty but swore sideways she wouldn’t have had it any other way…”
Can’t say I know much about Lewis Hamilton, so am unable to come up with anything pithy in response to your observations, but wow, surely you cannot hate rap more than I do. I too love me a big, beautiful, stupid-expensive cup of fancy coffee from Starbucks once in a while, although I found a wonderful replacement for your run-of-the-mill cream from the grocery store. My last whip-round at Costco I was handed a sample of “Vodkow,” a delicious liqueur that you can tip into your coffee…and who’s to know that the old lady with the weird smile, nursing her coffee over there in the corner is actually enjoying it way more than you could possible imagine? She appears to have an issue with her walking too, bless her… reminds me of my gran, except mine always looked grumpy..
What else? I hate the dudes who wait around in the “self check-out” area and watch my every move. So tempted to get a shirt that says in large print “I AM NOT A F***ING GRIFTER, ALTHOUGH I MAY LOOK LIKE ONE…” or words to that effect. I really miss my shirt that proclaimed “objects under this t-shirt are larger than they appear,” because, disappointingly, that was untrue. Sigh.
Hope you enjoy your time here. I gotta go do something semi-productive, beginning right now. Happy posting!