fivefoldkiss (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fivefoldkiss) wrote,@ 2004-12-17 12:23:00 |
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Shock! Horror!
Okay, so here I am, breaking the cardinal rule of LiveJournal, that being "Thou must posteth silly quizzes, and nought but silly quizzes" by actually WRITING something about my life/thoughts (fear not, it's not going to be angst-ridden poetry). I shall make up for it by doing a silly sex quiz which I found courtesy of a certain someone soon.
Last night, with my mastitis-induced fever gone, and most of the pain as well, I braved the wilds of the mall with my family. Yes, I live in easy walking distance of a large, spiral-shaped mall. And here is where my malicious streak comes in. Whilst I empathize all too readily, care about people whether they care about me or no, and believe in helping my fellow man and other outdated notions, I can't help but enjoy watching stupidity receive its' comeuppance. And there, in a mall in Australia, did I see, in the front window of a horrible girly store, tank tops, printed with "Love the O.C." in white-on-black or black-on-white. Now firstly, no one IN Orange County calls it "the O.C" to anyone except ignorant goits like the people that would wear that shirt. Secondly, a stupid melodramatic prime-time soap of a show like "The O.C" is not indicative of large quantities of Orange County, and I'd like to dare anyone who thinks it is to go walking, alone, late at night, in Santa Ana, for a good two hours. If you last that long. Thirdly, if I were to start wearing patches on my clothes proclaiming "HB", "A", "CM" or "GG" (those being Huntington Beach, Anaheim, Costa Mesa and Golden Grove for those unfamiliar with the area), the sort of vapid twits that would wear that shirt would have no idea what it meant, because apparently one can love something without knowing the foggiest thing about it. I know what I am talking about. I used to call Orange County home.
And from this observation, my delicious idea was born.
I want the clothing manufacturer producing said shirts to stop making black and white, and instead print them only in white-on-red, and white-on-dark-blue. Because I would just derive vast amusement from some clueless tourist wandering about in one and some big mean-looking cuss treading on their toes and spitting in their face "Why you all up in my face?" Not that I think gang members are any better but hey- watching stupid get rid of stupid? Priceless.
My observations on faked-tanned-pastel-coated-mall-ho's and all-female bridal parties in new age shops will have to come at a later date. ~Grins~
Okay, so here I am, breaking the cardinal rule of LiveJournal, that being "Thou must posteth silly quizzes, and nought but silly quizzes" by actually WRITING something about my life/thoughts (fear not, it's not going to be angst-ridden poetry). I shall make up for it by doing a silly sex quiz which I found courtesy of a certain someone soon.
Last night, with my mastitis-induced fever gone, and most of the pain as well, I braved the wilds of the mall with my family. Yes, I live in easy walking distance of a large, spiral-shaped mall. And here is where my malicious streak comes in. Whilst I empathize all too readily, care about people whether they care about me or no, and believe in helping my fellow man and other outdated notions, I can't help but enjoy watching stupidity receive its' comeuppance. And there, in a mall in Australia, did I see, in the front window of a horrible girly store, tank tops, printed with "Love the O.C." in white-on-black or black-on-white. Now firstly, no one IN Orange County calls it "the O.C" to anyone except ignorant goits like the people that would wear that shirt. Secondly, a stupid melodramatic prime-time soap of a show like "The O.C" is not indicative of large quantities of Orange County, and I'd like to dare anyone who thinks it is to go walking, alone, late at night, in Santa Ana, for a good two hours. If you last that long. Thirdly, if I were to start wearing patches on my clothes proclaiming "HB", "A", "CM" or "GG" (those being Huntington Beach, Anaheim, Costa Mesa and Golden Grove for those unfamiliar with the area), the sort of vapid twits that would wear that shirt would have no idea what it meant, because apparently one can love something without knowing the foggiest thing about it. I know what I am talking about. I used to call Orange County home.
And from this observation, my delicious idea was born.
I want the clothing manufacturer producing said shirts to stop making black and white, and instead print them only in white-on-red, and white-on-dark-blue. Because I would just derive vast amusement from some clueless tourist wandering about in one and some big mean-looking cuss treading on their toes and spitting in their face "Why you all up in my face?" Not that I think gang members are any better but hey- watching stupid get rid of stupid? Priceless.
My observations on faked-tanned-pastel-coated-mall-ho's and all-female bridal parties in new age shops will have to come at a later date. ~Grins~
