Je cherchais des nouvelles du “dude” alias Jeff bridges vous l’avez reconnu , immense acteur charismatique à la voix absolument magique quand je suis tombé sur le site cinema teaser …
des chroniques critiques , des potins people pour les plus feignants d’entre nous mais attiré par le clinquant , des sorties prévues, et un esprit geek complétement assumé…
Dans un style beaucoup plus “critiques cinés” mais bien écrit et sans concession ( pas de druckerisation ou de michel denisot ici ) ; Le blog de rob Gordon qui a , selon lui “toujours raison”….

So, what should I do next? Should I continue posing as Sleek? Just for the hell of it? I mean, it’s fun.

Disclaimer: Some readers my find this post offensive, stereotypical, sexist, misogynistic, etc. Therefore read on at your peril.

There are two types of bosses. The dude and the byatch. Most men are one or the other, and as an employee, you’ll always know which one you’re working with.

The ‘dude’ boss, as I like to call him, is calm, cool and self-assured. He knows that he’s the leader of the pack, and other males (and females) intuitively respect him as such.

He doesn’t need to micromanage anyone or anything, because everyone in the pride knows their role and exactly why they are there. Each member of the pride contributes to the overall health and well-being of the organization, so that the big cheese can attend to more important matters.

The ‘byatch’ boss, on the other hand, acts like a petulant woman (Note: ACTUAL women, please do no take this the wrong way), meaning that their management style, is more likened to the ’stereotypical’ way woman perform are stereotyped in positions of authority (Note: Women, again, I recognize that this too, appears to come off derogatorily. My deepest apologies).

Micromanagement is the order of the day. They’ll constantly ride you, scrutinizing every detail, and harangue you until they feel the job has been done right. If you show any initiative, they’ll automatically take it as a threat to their authority, and dismiss your effort as a waste of time. With the byatch, you’re never quite sure of where you stand, no matter how effectively you do your job.

They’re easy to spot.  How you ask?  Well let’s see…

Dude boss tells you what he thinks directly.

Byatch boss, beats around the bush or worse, tells other people what he thinks, and let’s that information filter its way down to you.

Dude boss makes firm decisions and sticks to them.

Byatch, decides by committee, belaboring every decision as if it were life or death. Once a decision has been made, there’s a distinct possibility that the byatch boss will change his mind.

Dude boss looks you in the eye when he speaks to you.

The byatch can’t bear to make eye contact. He’ll look at your mouth, over your shoulder, to the side, anywhere to avoid your gaze upon his.

The Dude boss is consistent.

The Byatch flip flops.

If you’re a man in a position of authority, and the ‘byatch’ sounds anything like you, cultivate your inner ‘dude’, so that your cojones drop.

PS  If you’re one of my former bosses and this offends you, then you’re probably a byatch. Dude bosses all laugh at drivel like this.

help me out man

Today marks a special moment in life: after heading out to lunch with my co-workers friends, I was crowned an Honorary Dude. Of course, this led to a debate on whether or not I needed to get a penis and how this would be presented to me at work without Human Resources getting in the way, but it’s nice to know that I don’t really need this vagina anymore.

All of this leads to a really important question. It’s not why guys are so obsessed with the idea of putting their own penis in their mouth, but do you think being able to and wanting to makes you gay* in any way?

Good question, right? My answer is yes. The argument may be that just because you like to touch yourself doesn’t mean you want to give another guy a handjob but the main point remains: you want to have a penis in your mouth. Right?

Anyway, then we started talking about how gross vaginas are. At least, that’s my consensus. Man, being a dude is pretty fun.

*And by gay, I mean, not straight. Not gay in any derogatory manner. I don’t approve of that use in any way.

PFFFT

Everyone is gonna watch New Moon, so I am all alone. :3 Good thing I have many things to do!

1. Do some homework.

I seriously don’t freaking care how much I do,  any amount will be fine.

2. Take a showerrrrr

>:C NGHHHHH I don’t wanna, P: but then people would think of me as a pig soo.. OTL

3.  8D Do daily Facebook chores

YES. I have chores. Check all gifts, notifications, and play a little of each app.

4. Star Doki Doki, my manga and story

:U Again, I don’t care how much I do, as long as I start it.  C:< AND ONLY MY RL FRIENDS AND ME ARE GONNA BE ABLE TO READ AND SEE IT SO HAHAHAHAAAAA FOR PEOPLE WHO CAN’T…. >8D But you guys will love me anyways for being so mean <3

5.NNNGHHHHHHHHHHH Play Harvest Moon.

6. 8D EXERCISE.

>:C Even though it is already 7 PM, I STILL have time.

SO WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING TODAY/THIS WEEKEND.

AND HAPPY FREAKING TURKEY MONTH!!! 8D

In other news: A guy in a cow suit came to our school the other day. 8D My friend was like:

It’s a cow…

OMGOMGOMGOMG ITS A COW!!!!

8D YOU HAD TO BE THERE

v(^-^ )z PEACE

NICE!!!!  Thank you KATIE for the link.

From CROOKEDBRAINS

i sent you a text but you never texted me back

i like you more than any other person i’ve ever met

i had a dream about you and i felt ‘ happy’ and ’ scared’

i see you almost everyday and i like you

i think you like me too

because you play with your hair and smile at me in class

and we walk and smoke cigarettes together

and you gave me your number

and one time you saw me leaving and you ignored the person talking to you and ran towards me because you wanted to walk with me and i felt ‘ happy’ and wanted you to live in my room

but maybe you don’t like me

and maybe i should die

i don’t know you

we talked enough that i feel like i know you

i was in your car and you drove fast

i know where you were born

and you know where i was born

but you don’t know that i had a shitty childhood and my mom was very depressed and  never paid attention to me and my brother used to be on drugs and used to steal my stuff and hit me and my mom never wanted me to have friends and made me feel guilty when i had a girlfriend and moved me away into the dessert and those years were so depressing that i would cry for no reason and nobody cared and i had no internet or friends and there were no trees and when i looked outside i just saw nature and desert but the desert can’t make you feel loved and the desert won’t care if you die and i had to get away from my house so  when i turned 18 i lived alone in a city and i lived alone in a studio apartment and i was alone and i did not like talking with people but i felt okay but later i became depressed but i got a girlfriend and she did not like me back and i felt depressed and i thought about dying but i got afraid and moved into a house with a roomate and she was alone and depressed and her boyfriend left her for somebody else and we wanted to live together but still be alone and depressed and i got drunk one day and i  told her i was going to drive until i crashed and she said she did not care if i died and i said i don’t care either and i laughed but now i am more normal and adjusted because i have not been to my house  in year and i am not needy anymore because my last girlfriend made me needy and we broke up and she wanted to get together again and i thought she was being needy and i ignored her and i felt good to ignore a text like you do because it boosts your self esteem and i became less needy and i became assertive and i don’t care if you don’t want to be my girlfriend

i really don’t

just stop showing up to class

stop dressing the way you do

stop smiling at me

stop looking at me

your the prettiest girl in class and you always sit by me

your the prettiest girl and sometimes you text or talk to me

i met you in august and now it’s november

and pretty soon we will never see eachother again

and i will picture your head on another girl’s body

i will feel stupid

seems really funny

and i don’t really care about anything

‘ damn’

Natalie har inte klagat på någon värk i varken kropp eller arm, så jag hoppas hon klarar sig från biverkningar.  Idag är hon hos dagmamman några timmar. Jag har fullt upp idag med början hos arbetsförmedlingen kl 10, är visst något basmöte jag är kallad till.

Sen måste jag ju tips er som bor i sthlm… kolla in detta!

Signs sell the establishment, whether by store name, logo, or catch phrase. Once in a while you’ll come across a sign for an establishment that’s quite the eye catcher. Once in a very long while you’ll come across one that will make you think twice as to what you just saw. One such sign is for tnaruatseR ileD & raB s’igiuL, otherwise known as Luigi’s Bar & Deli Restaurant located in Charlotte, North Carolina.  As you drive by, it’s the one sign that instinctively makes you cock your head to the side.

Sign right side up, sign right side up, sign right side up, sign right . . . wait, what?

My best guess in this case is that the placement is intentional, since the human eye is capable of relaying enough relevant information for the brain to decipher. I can’t imagine a series of workers setting that large sign down on it’s post, the owner presiding over the sign placement, everyone stepping back and then realizing it was a mistake.

Let’s just hope that the food isn’t served the same way.

• Voicemails
• All around bullshit
• I twittered about cunt…
• Do NOT call me ‘DUDE’
• You pimp it out
• Le Gym induces childhood memories of other cunts
• You rhyme with ‘FAT BITCH’
• Big deal 4 me running on the treadmill at the gym
• Healing and moving forward.
• Thanx to the Gus and the Darrells
• Visit Gus ak vogus.wordpress.com whores
• Call may @ 206-350-6217
• Say a prayer for Montana Joe!

Dude and I are back from an early dinner with a few of my girlfriends. Had to brief him on the two to lessen whatever anxiety he might be feeling (and mine). Jo and Marie were both romantics, and would definitely put him on the spot since I’ve been a little secretive about Dude and I. Logical Jo, I warned him, had ears tuned to slip-ups, from grammar to Freudian. Marie was more laid-back but she would definitely be asking things about “weeksaries,” “monthsaries” and “pet names.”

Dinner was at this kebob place, a recent addition to home-cooked and ethnic cuisine places  (and the usual pizza joints) popping up in the community, where I used to live. Jo and I had dinner there before. Since students were the place’s main customers, you get so much food for only a reasonable price. And it was to die-for, better than those uppity kebob spots I’ve been to that charged you your soul for crap.

I thought Dude was all right until he took my hand as we entered the restaurant. Jesus, his hand was ice. “You jump,I jump,” he said, quoting from what apparently was one of his favorite movies of all time (it must be love because I’m not gagging that he saw Titanic seven times during its theater run). “Who goes first?” I asked, squeezing his hand and he replied, with a straight face, “You.” He jumped away when I gave him a hard pinch on the side.

Oh and he was sooo great. And patient with all of Jo and Marie’s endless questions. We held hands under the table the entire time, and though it’s useless to hide it because it was pretty obvious, it was still majorly thrilling. But you know what the highlight for me was? When he took all our orders and then spoke to the waiter before adding his. A gentleman always knows how to take charge. When the waiter said that one of the dishes had the potential to burn your tongue, Dude turned to Marie and asked if she would still like it.

Oh, Dude! I wanted to clap. He not only took our orders but remembered who liked what. When the food arrived, Marie looked at us as if she expected Dude to start spoon-feeding me. I had to kick her under the table and she glared at me.

When Dude left to do his man-business, we three girls had our huddle and my man got stellar reviews. Jo was impressed, and egged me to go and ask him to be my date to her wedding next month. Marie thought he was cool, simply cool.

“So, how’d I do?” Dude asked me as we drove home later. “Your friends think I’m a loser?”

I shook my head. “Dude.”

“Well? Stop torturing me.”

Could this cool and collected guy, who was pretty laid-back about a lot of things be really worried whether he made a good impression or not? How could he?

I betrayed the sisterhood and told Dude exactly what Jo and Marie thought.

Un vidéo 2 pour 1, le 1er met en vedette Dat Dude et le 2ième Pay$o.

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