Just because we're both wearing sunglasses doesn't mean I can't see you!

You, yes, you.
I can see you staring at me.
Stop it.
No, don't smile like "oh shit, she caught me"
That stare and smile are not compliments when i'm just looking usual. when i'm looking unusual or unusually hot you may stare and smile. but not now.

just because i'm beautiful does not mean my face is a piece of public artwork that you can stand around and smirk at. respect it. respect me.

Ran out of work at work: now blogging

I am frustrated because I am so stressed about my upcoming trip that I can not focus on anything creative.

"there's a fly in here the size of Rambo!" - co-worker

And when I cannot be creative I feel worthless and uninteresting. That kills me.

I was looking through friends on fb, and realized that some of my loser friends, shock, were still losers. But then there were some that seem to have a good handle on their shit. I looked at my profile in comparison to their's. Now, I feel like I am a cool person with my shit together. However, when looking at my profile I realized it is mis-represtentational. It looks the same as it did in high school when I really didn't have my shit together. I just look like some maybe above average nobody flying under the radar of life. And I can't stand this.

I feel like, since Facebook is so public and it is really a representation of you, it should show you, the real you, who you are in person. However, evil "future employers" and "network connections" and "grandparents" also look at your profile and heaven forbid they see anything untoward! I'm tired of these "people" interupting my online fun and making it formal and mis-representational.

No. you can not show what a wild partying fun person you are because your "future employer" doesn't someone who has fun on the weekends to work for them.
No. you can't dye your hair a strange color or show pictures on your profile of a somewhat embarrassing, yet fun adventure with your friends because your "network connections" will write you off and never recommend you or worse call you weird.
No. you can not come out as a lady lovin lesbian on your profile because your "grandmother" might see it and send angry emails to all the relatives asking A: that you be ostrasized from the family (hey, they never liked you anyway!) or B: asking for donations to send you to their crazy church's sister institution to try and un-gay you.

Therefore we all have to settle for an anonymous blog where we rant and rave about the injustices on the interwebzz, just because a few sissies can't handle the people that are different from them. What a drag.

I might make an alter ego for myself in which I appear to be this awesome power destined female who already has her foot in the door of the work world. But then, my hatred of lyers and hypocrites stands in the way of my identity makeover.

I am quite awesome, I swear, I don't have to lie. However, I feel like I already am by leaving stuff off my profile in order to make it "public proof". Delimas

Micky D's *NEW* Mango Pineapple Smoothie

... with real fruit juice! or just orange juice near as I can tell.

(yum yum yum)


I love those new radio adds for McDonald's new Mango Pineapple "real fruit" smoothies. It is about Steve (not steve Steve, but STEEEEEEVE, read like the voice from WALL-E). Now, we all know this Steve guy. The fantastic, can-never-fail, everything-he-touches-turns-to-gold, smart football player guy in high school with that boring, normal, average kid sibling. In this case, Steve is the already established and supposedly wonderful strawberry/banana and wild berry smoothies, and the kid sibling is the new mango pinapple smoothie. Not a very good comparison since the mango by itself would have been more than enough to out-glamour the previous two smoothies, but then they added pinapple as well and all of a sudden this smoothie is starting to look like the golden child of this smoothie family.

These ads would be more acurate if they compared them to my family. There is me; the oldest not as great sibling, and then there is my little brother; the popular golden pariah of our family. Everyone forgets about the older sibling who was pretty decent and definitely above average when the next child comes along and just blows everyone away. Have you ever been refered to as "[insert little sibling's name]]'s brother/sister" and then thought afterward, "was I really just out-populared by my little sibling?!". Yes, that would be the answer, yes. Sorry, it hurts and these strawberry/banana, and mysery berry smoothies will just have to lick their wounds and try to hang on while the exotic Mango Pineapple REAL FRUIT smoothie blows them away.

At least this is what I thought when I first heard the commercial and started salivating, because as a not so bashful mango enthusiast, everything mango flavored must be sampled. I thought "Pshhh, how can a Mango smoothie even be compared to such mundane fare?! Therefore I had to investigate.

My first Mango Pineapple smoothie: FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC! I didn't think it was possible! McDonalds: known for serving bland tasteless excuses for apple slices, had produced the ambrosial, suculent golden syrup I was unashamedly licking from the plastic cup. It was the eighth world wonder.

just discovered.

by me.

at McDonalds.

I don't know what kind of drugs I was taking that day, or what they had snuck into the flimsy plastic cup, but I haven't had one like that since...
Since that first day, they have all tasted like straight-up orange juice. Orange juice smoothie with an almost indiscernible whiff of mango flavoring. ALL of them. With only the first as an exception, all of the mango-pineapple smoothies I have tasted from the notorious Micky D's have tasted overwhelmingly of orange juice, and that is all I have to say on the matter for now. Case closed. The Mango-Pineapple smoothies taste like orange juice and I will never buy another one again... especially for a $2.50 price tag!

(the normal looking pic)

However, I do agree with the ads, this new smoothie is much better than Steve (ie. the old ones). And strangly enough I really dig the texture.

To each their own,
~M