Left Of Sean

"Atheism isn't a religion. It's a personal relationship with reality."

@DateFail…

ME:

{Calling KAREN} Hey, I’m here. Are you ready?

KAREN:

Who is this?

ME:

Sean!  We have a date tonight?

KAREN:

Oh, I’m sorry. My cat had a stressful day.  Can I take a raincheck?

ME:

Ok, have a nice life.

KAREN:

Don’t be like that.  I really want to go out with you.  I want to spend July 4th with you under the fireworks.  A nice bottle of wine and just enjoying the show.

ME:

Ok, I’ll see you then.

July 4th: 5:00pm

ME:

Are you ready?

KAREN:

I’m so sorry, my boss wants us to have a little toast after work.  I have to wait for that.  I promise, I’ll be there in 45 minutes.

July 4th: 6:15pm

ME:

{Voicemail} Hey, it’s 6:15pm.  We really need to get going if we’re going to get a good spot.

July 4th: 7:00pm

ME:

{ text message}  Ok, I’m going to go ahead and leave.  I have included the directions. Call me when you get here.

July 4th: 8:00pm

ME:

{text message} I decided to drink the wine I brought and I ate all the cheese.  I’m feeling sick and might throw up.

July 4th: 9:30pm

ME:

{text message} bitch!

July 4th: 9:36pm

ME:

{text message} Ok, fuck you then. When I get home from the hospital I’m going to defriend you. I hate you and your stupid cat.

July 5th: 3:42am

{knocking at my door}

KAREN:

{text message} Hey, where are you?

ME:

I’m sitting in my house recovering from food poisoning.

KAREN:

Didn’t you hear me knocking? I’m outside.  Let me in.

ME:

I saw you through the peephole.

KAREN:

I’ve been meaning to call you.  What a fucked up night. I think I’m tripping on acid.

ME:

You totally blew me off!

KAREN:

No, no.  I met these totally amazing people and things got a little out of hand.  I want to apologize. Will you let me in?  The walls are melting and I think I peed my pants.

ME:

Sure, leave me a message and let me know when you want to come in.

KAREN:

I’m here. Just let me in.

ME:

Cool.  Keep me posted.

KAREN:

Let me in!

ME:

{beeeeeeeeeep} You have reached  a number that has been disconnected or is out of service. If you feel……

KAREN:

Fuck you.

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My first Facebook Status Update this morning went something like this:

Left Of Sean:  9:37am and it’s already 90 degrees. Hope my balls don’t melt away again!

ViaLula:  I think for Christmas I am going to buy you a filter. A filter? A filter to put in between your thoughts and print.

Left Of Sean:  Why would I ever want to install something like that? As I tell the Jesus Tard people: if you don’t like it, CHANGE THE FUCKING CHANNEL!

ViaLula:  Lol, somebody is grumpy again.

Danielle:  I like the “again” in reference to your balls melting away. This implies that it has happened before and that your balls are in fact regenerative. Impressive.

Left Of Sean:  They’re not as regenerative as they are replaceable. You see, I had the last set made out of a soft, pliable polymer built for speed and comfort. Unfortunately, this high tech material is susceptible to extreme temperatures. It’s really embarrassing when I’m just standing there an my balls start melting down my leg. If this happens again I’m opting for the aluminum set.

Danielle:  {Likes this!}

Robin:  Wait, I’m confused…I thought you were pure milk chocolate?

Left Of Sean:  I tried that once but while I slept the puppies would….well, you know!  I thought it would be a great idea because, you know, women love chocolate.  But the consequences far outweighed the benefits.

*****

So this got me thinking: what other body parts would be really cool to replace with something fun?

I read a Carl Hiassen book last year about a hitman who had his hand replaced with a weed-whacker.  That was a good idea, but I’d be afraid I would always smell like gasoline and decaying grass.  Besides, it might really hurt if you had to pee and used the wrong hand.  Dating could be really, really dangerous.

I thought about the things I like to do in life and how a new hand or leg attachment could make them easier.  I like to write on my blog.  However, I also like to drink a Mocha Frappuccino Lite, no whip, while I’m doing it.  Maybe I could install a head attachment that would hold the drink and a tube that looped around to my mouth.  It would be like those beer helmets but permanent.  Besides, if I wore one of those beer helmets I’d just look stupid.  Doh!

I enjoy texting.  Maybe I could get a Bluetooth device permanently wired into my brain so all I’d have to do was think about what I wanted to text and it would magically send through my iPhone.  I don’t know, that could be a little Big Brother-ish if not handled correctly.

Maybe I should just have six more arms attached.  I love my three puppies but with only two arms, it’s difficult to pet all three at once.  They’re pretty demanding for attention.  This way I could use three arms to pet the puppies, one arm to scratch, one arm to control the TV remote, and texting could be accomplished by the Bluetooth device controlled by the CIA.  The extra arm would just be there for backup in case of an “arm failure.”

I thought about having an Asian hooker attached to my hip…..but I think I’d get tired of her always saying, “that will be $5 Joe!”

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I spent most of the second half of my day at work today on the phone with PC Support.  I know that usually sounds like a bad thing but our PC Support guy is ok to talk to.  He fucked up my Lotus Notes and while digging through my computer to fix it we discovered I had over 45,000 temp files.  I’m pretty sure there’s no way it could be from surfing porn at work!

So the PC guy, let’s call him Thad, has this problem.  Her name is Courtney.  For the purposes of this blog entry, we’ll call her….Courtney.

First a little back story.  Courtney is a disaster.  Here are her highlights:

  • Compulsive liar
  • 50 lbs overweight
  • Bad skin
  • Bad hair
  • Bad clothes
  • Shirts are never long enough to cover her bulging belly.
  • Never shuts up
  • Thinks she’s God’s gift to frat boys.

Here’s how I picture this:

You know that game frat boys play where you try to find the ugliest, most disgusting girl and sleep with her?  {trust me, it’s a game.  If you’ve never been picked up for a one night stand and kicked out of the frat house the next morning, you’re not ugly enough to be one of these girls.  Although, you could be hot, but annoying, and kicked out.  We’ll have to discuss this in another blog post.  Back to my point.}

Courtney is the girl they all wish they would have picked up because she’s the most repulsive girl in the bar or at the party.  She’s the one all the other girls hate because she can’t stop talking and lying and showing her fat stomach.  So, Courtney is the bet winner.  She’s the unbelievably repulsive thing walking out of the frat house the next morning who thinks she just rocked his world.

Ok, so Courtney has a thing for Thad and it’s borderline harassment.  She calls him at home.  She waits for him during break times.  She brings him pot roast…..in the fucking crock pot.  She has no clue Thad is gay.  Did I mention that Courtney is really, really stupid?

I think I’ll let Courtney know that I talked to Thad this afternoon and he’s really starting to show some interest.  You know, just to egg it along a little.

I’ll let you guys know when he files the restraining order.

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Sherry…Question

Sean…Yes

Sherry…Valerie got married and her last name is now XXXXXXX. So we need to change it everywhere?

Sean…Why would Valerie get married?

Sherry…She has been with this guy for like 15 years.  Finally made it legal.

Sean…Which still begs the question!! LOL

Sherry…Right

Sean…So she was illegal before?

Sherry…In the eyes of the lord….yes LOL

Sean…Well, we couldn’t have that now, could we. There might be a lightning strike.  Shit would catch fire and we’d all burn.

Sherry…Flood, famine, something!

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My god there are a lot of fucked up people in the world….or just really, really stupid people.  I think that’s evidenced by the ridiculous letters we (and by we I mean the letters I steal from Dear Prudence at Slate.com) receive here at Left Of Sean.

I hope this isn’t indicative of the state of this nation….but I’m afraid I’m wrong.

******

Dear Left of Sean:
My 7-year-old daughter is smart, pretty, and fun. Her father is of Hispanic descent, and he’s gorgeous, but he has a lot of thick, black body hair—including a “unibrow,” which he’s plucked since he was a teenager. Our daughter has inherited his thick, dark hair and my fair skin, and I’m shocked to see that her coarse eyebrows are starting to grow together—downy hairs are appearing across the bridge of her nose. She is beautiful, but her eyebrows bother me. Her 10-year-old cousin has a shockingly thick unibrow, and she came home in tears because her classmates teased her. She took a razor to her face and ended up cutting herself badly. I don’t want any of this to happen to my daughter, but I’m disgusted with myself for having such a reaction to a few stray hairs. Showing my daughter pictures of Frida Kahlo and talking to her about inner beauty will be worse than a lie, since I’m obviously bothered by her eyebrows! I’ve been tempted to look into electrolysis down the road, but what kind of maternal instinct is that?

—Shallow Mom

Dear Shallow Mom, if the “unibrow” was good enough for The Madonna Spawn, it’s good enough for your little Beaner.  Just make sure the brow matches her mustache!

******

Dear Left Of Sean,
My fiance and I are getting married soon and have been discussing our ceremony. Our idea was to honor our families by having our parents and siblings walk the aisle before we do. I have four siblings, two of whom are married, and he has one sister and a cousin, whom he considers a brother. So I will have eight people walking down the aisle, and he will have four. Lately, he’s been making quite a fuss about how things are not “balanced.” So he has suggested that I either choose only one brother or not send my sisters-in-law down the aisle—or that he be allowed to add a couple of his friends. I’m flabbergasted. I’ve tried to explain that choosing between my siblings is not an option and that my sisters-in-law are like my sisters. I don’t want to start adding friends because I’d like to keep this a family procession. What am I not seeing here?

—Aisle of Pain

Dear Aisle of Pain, your first mistake was getting married.  What kind of tard are you?  Oh, that’s right, you’re the needy type.  Look, I wouldn’t worry about this.  You’ll be divorced in less than three years anyway.  You’re ignorant and your fiance is a whiny little wimp.  You’ll never make it.  Did he get beaten up a lot in school?

******

Dear Left Of Sean,
I raised two daughters as a single parent by choice. I see now that children need a mom and dad, but it’s too late for that. I worked many jobs to give them everything possible so they would feel equal to their friends who were growing up in two-parent households. I dipped into my retirement account many times to pay for vacations, college, etc. When my daughters were 20 and 13, I met a wonderful guy who had an older child of his own. The two of us continued the ridiculous cycle of giving them everything they wanted, such as new cars, expensive birthday parties, etc. After the economy tumbled, our income was slashed, and we had to sell our house. We are struggling to pay our bills. Our now-grown children are all employed and making decent money. My gripe is that even though they know our situation, they’ve never offered to help. They don’t even take us out to dinner for our birthdays! How do I tell them that I’m hurt about their lack of concern and would like to be treated by them once in a while?

—Tired of Giving

Dear Ignorant Mother, if you’re too fucking weak and stupid to talk to your own kids, just kill yourself and rid the world of one less moron.  Your stupidity started from the beginning: giving the kids anything they wanted.  Face it, they are selfish and shallow and you’re naive and stupid.  It’s parents like you that are the reason for the downfall of the United States.  Your kids grew up never knowing how to work for anything nor appreciate effort.  They grew up like this because they had a stupid mother who handed them everything.

If the girls are hot you can disregard the above statement.

******

Dear Left Of Sean,
I’m a bargain-hunter and sometimes find great deals on gift certificates for expensive restaurants in my city. These restaurants are normally out of my price range, but I enjoy romantic dinners there. Is it cheap or tacky to use such gift certificates on a date, especially one of the first few dates?

—Frugal

Dear Frugal, I say go for it.  Put on your “Ross: Dress for Distress” suit and get in your 1992 Dodge K Car.  Head on over to your date’s trailer and say, “dinner’s on me!

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