Oh snaps.

Welcome to the internets. Where most of you spend countless hours during the week. We get paid to sit in front of the computer and pretend to do work, but really, we're finding out what Lindsay Lohan had for breakfast and googling awkward pictures of cats. Here's a toast (a blog toast because drinking is NOT allowed during work...) to all of you 40 hours a week craftsmen. Because let's be honest, we are all craftsmen. Do you know how hard it is to quickly exit a facebook browser?

Friday, April 8, 2011

Okay... (rant of the day)

If I hear one more girl talk to me about Adele I will flip my lid.  Every woman in the universe thinks Adele songs were written about her.  And it almost always turns into the LOOOOOOOOONGEST story about how every fucking song on the "21" album was written about her specific situation.  Adele makes great music, don't get me wrong.  But really?  EVERY song was written about you?  I don't know about that.  Adele turns every woman into an emotional clusterfuck.  One minute they're overjoyed and empowered and flipping everyone off and then the next minute they're crying and trying to hold my hand and ask me what is wrong with them.  So ladies-I'm not trying to tell you to not listen to Adele, just do it in the privacy of your own room.  Open a bottle of wine and blast that shit.  Hey, I feel the exact same way about every Ke$ha song.  In fact, I woke up this morning and brushed my teeth with a bottle of Jack, but you don't see me crying about it.  End rant.

Posted by supermercado at 10:30 AM