Comments on: Is That Your Head On The Horizon? http://chaosthaoghaire.com/2010/01/is-that-your-head-on-the-horizon/ Dublin's finest gametatorship Wed, 14 Jul 2010 13:27:06 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: adminhttp://chaosthaoghaire.com/2010/01/is-that-your-head-on-the-horizon/comment-page-1/#comment-83 admin Thu, 28 Jan 2010 18:53:01 +0000 http://chaosthaoghaire.com/?p=351#comment-83 But celebrity babies are really important. Who ever heard of a non-famous baby that was worth talking about? Oh, it's walking. Big fuckin' deal. Is it in a parade? No. Can it walk by itself into town and get me a sandwich? No. Oh, look, it's crapped itself again. Does that baby have a publicist? No? Well then stop showing me pictures of that baby until those pictures are from In Touch Weekly. Pulllleeeeeze.SHOES.OMG SHOES.BAGS!SQUAAAAWK! BAG AN SHOE! BAG AN SHOHHHHOOOOOEEEE!*makes a sound like a seagull attacking an old bag of a man's*SHOE!I hope you haven't seen this before because I really want to be the person to show you it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCF3ywukQYA But celebrity babies are really important. Who ever heard of a non-famous baby that was worth talking about? Oh, it’s walking. Big fuckin’ deal. Is it in a parade? No. Can it walk by itself into town and get me a sandwich? No. Oh, look, it’s crapped itself again. Does that baby have a publicist? No? Well then stop showing me pictures of that baby until those pictures are from In Touch Weekly. Pulllleeeeeze.

SHOES.

OMG SHOES.

BAGS!

SQUAAAAWK! BAG AN SHOE! BAG AN SHOHHHHOOOOOEEEE!

*makes a sound like a seagull attacking an old bag of a man’s*

SHOE!

I hope you haven’t seen this before because I really want to be the person to show you it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCF3ywukQYA

]]> By: Amieehttp://chaosthaoghaire.com/2010/01/is-that-your-head-on-the-horizon/comment-page-1/#comment-81 Amiee Thu, 28 Jan 2010 12:31:31 +0000 http://chaosthaoghaire.com/?p=351#comment-81 Oh Jane, imagine the kind of person who stars in a few local theatre productions and fills their home with blown-up photos of themselves from their portfolio and framed play bills, I am becoming one of them. I am home today trying to write up my Reborn Monkey project proposal for my very important degree, but instead I keep listening to us on RTE's Arena and emailing my mom to see if she has listened yet and if she is impressed.Even the person who loves their own career as a stage actor can't touch how bad guitar guy is. In fact I kinda like the person who loves their own stage acting career, so I am not going to feel bad about the painting of myself I just had commissioned.Know what is bad though? Girls who love shoes. They might be worse. My friend Jeannine use to work with a woman who had the Sex and The City theme song as her ringtone and magnets in her cubical that said things like "Shoes are my life!". She was into bags as well, and the kinds of men on medical dramas - she would be like "Oh MacSteamy, my boyfriend, omg, I WISH!" and sent chain mails about making wishes to everyone in the office. She would get little rhinestones on her nails and be like "look at my bling!" and would talk constantly about celebrity babies. Mainly it was shoes. Shoe ladies are worse. Oh Jane, imagine the kind of person who stars in a few local theatre productions and fills their home with blown-up photos of themselves from their portfolio and framed play bills, I am becoming one of them. I am home today trying to write up my Reborn Monkey project proposal for my very important degree, but instead I keep listening to us on RTE’s Arena and emailing my mom to see if she has listened yet and if she is impressed.

Even the person who loves their own career as a stage actor can’t touch how bad guitar guy is. In fact I kinda like the person who loves their own stage acting career, so I am not going to feel bad about the painting of myself I just had commissioned.

Know what is bad though? Girls who love shoes. They might be worse. My friend Jeannine use to work with a woman who had the Sex and The City theme song as her ringtone and magnets in her cubical that said things like “Shoes are my life!”. She was into bags as well, and the kinds of men on medical dramas — she would be like “Oh MacSteamy, my boyfriend, omg, I WISH!” and sent chain mails about making wishes to everyone in the office. She would get little rhinestones on her nails and be like “look at my bling!” and would talk constantly about celebrity babies. Mainly it was shoes. Shoe ladies are worse.

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