Thursday, June 22, 2006

This is how we do it, it's Friday night.

Laura sings Montell Jordan's beloved classic "This Is How We Do It" while in rush hour traffic, "raising the roof" of her minivan with her arms and faux shooting other drivers with her makeshift pointed finger retard gun, temporarily blinding them with her own brand of South Central's musical revolution. This is how she does it.

Today her and I went to the Emerge because my dear friend, the lyrical genius, she who once broke her nose at Aquatots and does a perfect mimicry of churning butter BUT ON THE DANCE FLOOR, dropped a hammer on her toe at 4 in the morning when she WOKE FROM A SOUND SLEEP TO REORGANIZE HER JUNK DRAWER.

Her toe was purple and green, actually matching her sandles or "thongs" quite nicely. (I realize why they're called thongs, and how they are related to the other kind of thong, but is it really too much to ask for a completely new word to describe somethng you'd wear on your foot rather than in between the cheeks of your ass?)

The first doctor she saw at the Walk In was nerdy, in that creepy pants-up-to-his-elbows, popsicles-in-his-cellar kind of way, but the doctor that she saw in the Emerge was what we like to refer to as Nerd Hot, he who has both brains and beauty and knows it because he's a smug bastard who realizes he offers the entire package, even if he does live at home with his parents. These creatures are normally flirtatious and charming, even when burning a hole into toenails with a smoking ... wand. Sigh. Nerd Hot is my Ideal.

Unfortunately, my last offer came from a super tall black guy who kept asking me how long was too long in the nether regions. ("Like, if I were to say, 14 inches... would that bother you? .... what if I said 18? .... What are you wearing?") And that's not even dating. That's more like, "Keep talking, you are living blog fodder."

posted by sarah, the pirate at 3:33 PM

3 Comments:

Anonymous Rob said...

I believe that the term "thongs" was used for sandals or "flip-flops" well before people started using the term for the "why wear anything at all?" underwear.

June 22, 2006 9:53 PM  
Blogger laura said...

the dork hot creature is my weakness. they know they are charming and hot and everything that i want them to be. they make me so nervous that when they touch me, i begin to shake. i loved the part when i said something stupid and he said.."oh you don't like to be relieved of pain..?" that is the playful banter i love so much. i am awesome at playful banter but a true dork hot can have me speechless.

with the dork hot, they are so cute and charming you want to just jump them right then and there. unless they are bugging you (which is the ultimate charming feature of the dork hot) and in that case you want to take out your secret weapon pointy elbows and hurt them before jumping them. :)

unfortunately, i have a long history of falling for dork hots. the biggest curse of the dork hot is that they can stomp your heart into tiny little bits.

and "this is how we do it" is one of my favourite songs..ever.

June 23, 2006 2:34 AM  
Blogger sarah isabel said...

Laura, I think their added bit of brainy dork hot intelligence aids them in truly stomping hearts to tiny bits, since they know where to aim to make it hurt the most.

I also like the portly dork hot guys.

Sigh. Whatever.

I'm going to listen to some more Monster Rock Ballads of the 80s and feel sorry for myself.

June 23, 2006 11:36 AM  

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and I live by the sea. I like pirates and vikings and my audio cassette tape player. I am 25 years old and pretty much covered in sand all the time. Also, I like cookies. My profile.

ImageHey Sarah, what are ye listening to?
Lots and lots o' stuff, like St. Germain's "So Flute" and "Ghosts" by Ladytron. I can't believe Robyn is out with new stuff and it doesn't make me want to show her love by jabbing rusted forks into my eyes. It's actually really catchy and kind of endearing. I have been looking up the songs from So You Think You Can Dance all year, too, because it's all awesome and at heart, I'm still a spandexed little dancer ready to punch Annie in the face and show Daddy Warbucks a thing or two about tap musicals.

ImageI'M READING:
Walking Dead:

    Frigging awesome. One of the best books about the Zombocalypse I've ever read (one of the only good books about the Zombpocalypse I've ever read). I think there's something about zombies that is so hard to construe via text ... I mean, honestly, you can only use the word "purtrid" so much, and the visual, awesome aid of comics really helps.

ImageI'M SEEING:
Quarantine, a movie that's kind of the equivalent to being on the Disney spinning teacup ride, except, also, there are RABID ZOMBIES ON BOARD. Honestly, I missed quite a bit of this movie because I spent a good portion of it with my head nestled into my boyfriend's armpit attempting not to vomit. The camera movement is, at times, insanely choppy and all over the place, and those of you prone to motion sickness, you might want to skip this one. I'd give it about 2 1/2 stars out of 5, because it's decent -- I'd even watch it again if I could keep the room from spinning.

ImageBOOK CLUB!:
The Kite Runner. I love this book. It wasn't necessarily a book I'd choose to read (these days I appear to be more interested in books geared towards teenage girls.), but I'm so glad I did. Beautiful writing. Next choice... I'm going to volunteer the Bell Jar because IT'S THE BEST BOOK EVER.