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So, on MySpace a couple of random guys have put in random friends requests, and also several random bands. I'm not the world's most interesting person and gods know I don't talk all that much over on MySpace so why do these people friend me? The bands I guess I can understand, what better way to get people to come over and listen to a song clip than blanket friending or what not.
The random guys though ... One's from Hopewell (VA) but I don't recognize him. The other is from Ramstein (Germany). Both are all "Gan$ta PIMP" or whatever the hell that means for skinny white guys. And I just don't understand why they would friend me. My mind is boggling. Before I utterly dismiss them though, I figured I'd give them a chance to explain to me why they decided to friend me. Still waiting on answers.
Now, part of me thinks it would be a fun and exciting addition to my life to get a fancy internet stalker. (Probably the part responsible for all of my bad dating decisions since, now that I have a wonderful husband, it no longer has an outlet.) But really, couldn't I just have a nice, obsessive, pretty goth boy or, barring that, at least someone with decent taste in music who isn't throwing some sort of retarded gang sign in their profile pic? Christ on a cracker people. Get it together. ;-)
In other non-news, I've had Sehnsucht, Mutter, and Reise, Reise on repeat in the CD player for some time now. When I turn it off I STILL have Sehnsucht, Mutter, and Reise, Reise on repeat in my head. I'm waiting for the point where I suddenly become sick of them, but that point does not seem to be arriving and I have no desire to listen to anything else. It's a shame Jens says that listening devotedly to Rammstein doesn't count towards learning German.
Speaking of learning German, I keep thinking about going and visiting Vicki. I probably should, if not for German practice then for human company and/or getting out of the house. But I can never motivate myself over there. I'm not sure if it's laziness on my part, or a fear that I can't keep up a conversation and so there's no point, or the thought that I'd just be intruding on her busy day and may not catch a polite hint to leave if she's not up to company ... Ah well. Off to wander the internets.
The random guys though ... One's from Hopewell (VA) but I don't recognize him. The other is from Ramstein (Germany). Both are all "Gan$ta PIMP" or whatever the hell that means for skinny white guys. And I just don't understand why they would friend me. My mind is boggling. Before I utterly dismiss them though, I figured I'd give them a chance to explain to me why they decided to friend me. Still waiting on answers.
Now, part of me thinks it would be a fun and exciting addition to my life to get a fancy internet stalker. (Probably the part responsible for all of my bad dating decisions since, now that I have a wonderful husband, it no longer has an outlet.) But really, couldn't I just have a nice, obsessive, pretty goth boy or, barring that, at least someone with decent taste in music who isn't throwing some sort of retarded gang sign in their profile pic? Christ on a cracker people. Get it together. ;-)
In other non-news, I've had Sehnsucht, Mutter, and Reise, Reise on repeat in the CD player for some time now. When I turn it off I STILL have Sehnsucht, Mutter, and Reise, Reise on repeat in my head. I'm waiting for the point where I suddenly become sick of them, but that point does not seem to be arriving and I have no desire to listen to anything else. It's a shame Jens says that listening devotedly to Rammstein doesn't count towards learning German.
Speaking of learning German, I keep thinking about going and visiting Vicki. I probably should, if not for German practice then for human company and/or getting out of the house. But I can never motivate myself over there. I'm not sure if it's laziness on my part, or a fear that I can't keep up a conversation and so there's no point, or the thought that I'd just be intruding on her busy day and may not catch a polite hint to leave if she's not up to company ... Ah well. Off to wander the internets.
