{"id":646,"date":"2004-12-16T23:33:00","date_gmt":"2004-12-17T06:33:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/blog\/?p=646"},"modified":"2004-12-16T23:33:00","modified_gmt":"2004-12-17T06:33:00","slug":"646","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/?p=646","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Things I Say, Translated<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Words<\/strong><br \/><strong><\/strong><br \/><strong>Lurve<\/strong> &#8211; the act of being so in love as to not see the fact that the object of your blind infatuation is uglier than you realize, a complete jerk, or is actually using you to get to your money, best friend, sister, brother, passport, etc.<br \/><strong>Dingobat<\/strong> &#8211; a fat, curved penis, like a crooked salami<br \/><strong>Pisser <\/strong>&#8211; an unfortunate event<br \/><strong>Fucktard<\/strong> &#8211; men who are idiotic beyond words<br \/><strong>Dooode<\/strong> &#8211; I&#8217;m sorry, my mind wandered and I missed everything you said in the last half hour. But by the look on your face, I feel like you&#8217;re expecting me to be either mutually disgusted or supportively empathetic so I&#8217;ll make a non-committal sound that could be interpreted as one or the other, or even both.<br \/><strong>Wow.<\/strong> &#8211; I&#8217;m sorry, my mind wandered and I missed everything you said in the last half hour. But I&#8217;m not even going to pretend that I was listening.<br \/><strong>Guh<\/strong> &#8211; whatever<\/p>\n<p><strong>Phrases<\/strong><br \/><strong><\/strong><br \/><strong>Punkass Bitch<\/strong> &#8211; ex boyfriend<br \/><strong>Dumb Ho<\/strong> &#8211; a young woman in a Civic or some other economically priced compact car who cuts me off in traffic<br \/><strong>Tricky Bitch<\/strong> &#8211; an older woman in a luxury car who cuts me off in traffic because she was doing her makeup in the mirror<br \/><strong>Fucking Cunt<\/strong> &#8211; an older woman talking on a cellphone driving a luxury car who cuts me off in traffic, but flips me off when I honk at her<br \/><strong>Ho Bag <\/strong>&#8211; a sleazy girl who lures other people&#8217;s boyfriends away with the promise of anal<br \/><strong>God&#8217;s Natural Goods <\/strong>&#8211; pot<br \/><strong>Monkey Torture <\/strong>&#8211; psychologically mindfucking someone<br \/><strong>Vagina Music<\/strong> &#8211; chick music (ie Sarah MacLachlan, et al)<br \/><strong>Cock Rock <\/strong>&#8211; boy music (ie Bon Jovi, et al)<\/p>\n<p><strong>Lines<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Yawannabuyamonkey? <\/strong>&#8211; Haha, great story, now go away.<br \/><strong>Shut the fuck up <\/strong>&#8211; Whoa.<br \/><strong>Thank you for calling CSSN <\/strong>&#8211; I don&#8217;t care if you&#8217;re a customer. I&#8217;m fucking playing minesweeper here.<br \/><strong>Bitch please<\/strong> &#8211; Giiiiirl&#8230;<br \/><strong>Giiiiirl&#8230;<\/strong> &#8211; Wow.<br \/><strong>Wow. <\/strong>&#8211; I&#8217;m sorry. I wasn&#8217;t listening.<br \/><strong>My weekend was mellow <\/strong>&#8211; I ended up at the sex club again.<br \/><strong>How was yours? <\/strong>&#8211; Please don&#8217;t ask me what happened.<br \/><strong>I have to go now. <\/strong>&#8211; I ended up on stage, chained to a pole butt naked as a guy wearing a kilt named Georgie Boy spanked me silly.<\/p>\n<p><strong>I&#8217;m not gay <\/strong>&#8211; I played softball.<br \/><strong>No seriously, I&#8217;m not gay <\/strong>&#8211; I played softball.<br \/><strong>Why are you looking at me that way? I&#8217;m not gay! <\/strong>&#8211; I&#8217;m terrified of lesbians<br \/><strong>Not that I have anything against them <\/strong>&#8211; because they can kick my ass.<br \/><strong>I have lots of friends who are lesbians <\/strong>&#8211; I knew one girl in high school, but she used to wholely kick my ass.<br \/><strong>And it&#8217;s all cool with me, but I&#8217;m not gay <\/strong>&#8211; I played softball.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Wait a Minute&#8230; <\/strong>&#8211; And suddenly I realized, I think I may have gotten into another bad situation involving a dirty old man again.<br \/><strong>So I was like, I&#8217;m outta here<\/strong> &#8211; But I still gave him my number.<br \/><strong>I was totally grossed out<\/strong> &#8211; we made out in the backseat of his Cadillac.<br \/><strong>I hope I never run into him again <\/strong>&#8211; I think I&#8217;m carrying his love child.<br \/><strong>Why do these weird things always happen to me? <\/strong>&#8211; <em>please&#8230;stage&#8230;INTERVENTION.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Things I Say, Translated WordsLurve &#8211; the act of being so in love as to not see the fact that the object of your blind infatuation is uglier than you realize, a complete jerk, or is actually using you to get to your money, best friend, sister, brother, passport, etc.Dingobat &#8211; a fat, curved [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-646","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/sbl5mn-646","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=646"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=646"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=646"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=646"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}