Tuesday, December 28, 2010
The Dating Stephen: Just kind of lost Stephanie
The premise: Saw a girl whose profile I liked, so I messaged her. Somewhere in her profile, it says something like "I'd melt for any guy who would sing me Coldplay. The old stuff". I know some Coldplay, I can sing decently, so let's hit her up.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
The Ranting Stephen: Thinking Ahead to 2011
Christmas is amazing as always because of it’s ability to make everyone a little more retarded in the name of Jesus Christ (aka Jesus X). Very cheesy stuff to be said about the “holiday cheer”, and the spirit of Christmas, and even a debate about whether or not Santa is actually drunk always and that’s why he’s got a red nose and rosy cheeks.
So now that Christmas has started up again and we start to think about how to make next year even better than the last so Santa (aka Mom, Dad, Sister, Girlfriend, etc) will bring us the TV that we Really wanted, let’s do a tad bit of planning ahead into January.
ONE: Has anyone seen any Mistletoe around? I’m trying to keep the Christmas Witch out of my house and according to Celtic folklore their weakness is Mistletoe. Not the American kind, the European kind which is magical. (the North American kind only got it’s fame because it looks like the European one) Not to mention, I can think of a few people I’d like to “make peace” with under it. Find the Mistletoe, I’ll worry about burying the hatchet… I didn’t mean it THAT way. Dirty minds…
TWO: New Year’s Eve Party. Taken care of already. Yay for planning Ahead. A Mansion out in Westchester filled with booze and college girls (and dudes, too, unfortunately) calls to me. Maybe a Midnight Kiss is in the works…
THREE: New Year’s Resolutions! For the last few years, I’ve been boycotting them just for the sake of being different and believing I didn’t need much change. This year (which could be the last Full year of Mankind depending on who you ask) I could use something else to strive for. I was thinking it’d be general and bold, like “Stop Being a Punk Ass Bitch”. It’s like a cryptic message because I know what it means to me, but everyone could apply it somewhere in life. It’s perfect. Nearly. I’ll leave it at one; no need to bog myself down with minor Resolutions when it’s probably indirectly covered in the “Stop Being A Punk Ass Bitch” law. It’s like the Bill of Rights or something.
FOUR: 1/11/11 Party. Who’s throwing it? It has to start on the 10th, and we all take 11 shots at 1:11AM and again at 11:11AM, and spend the rest of the day in the hospital. You know my motto: It ain’t a party until someone leaves in an Ambulance. Or maybe 11 people take 1 shot… We don’t want to run out of liquor all at once.
well, that’s all I was thinking about for now. I’ll think about February in January. Happy Christmas. God Bless. Peace, Love, And Homemade Apricot Spread.
