2/18/10

Twenty-eighth blog post

Hey blog buddies.

So....today was probably one of the longest days of my life... I don't even know why, but it just seemed to drag on and on and on... So I just figured I'd tell you that before starting today's post haha.

So I got a question the other day.

"Dear Skyler,
What do you think of sexting?"

Well, to tell you the honest truth, I am totaly not okay with texting. First of all, you don't know who could be reading that shit! Not that I'm all that great with computer and technology and shit, but some people could probably intercept that stuff and like, well, use it for...ahem... personal use.. And I don't think you all want your dirty words all over the place. And what's the point of sexting anyway? Honestly, there's just sooo much more effort to read all of those dirty words than to just hear someone else say them. And you only have like 140 characters (including spaces) to write all of this. Now I don't know about everyone else, but I think 140 characters doesn't say...umm...all that you need to say. So my advice to all you sexters out there is stick to phone sex or intercourse or handjobs or whatever works for you, becaus honestly, it's probably more....rewarding? for you and your sextual partner. Also. use protection, no matter what!



You don't wanna catch PAIDS or hepetitis-P or Phonoria



Happy Groping!

2/6/10

Twenty-Seventh blog post

Hey blog buddies,
So, I wanna try something new with this blog. I'm going to be doing an advice column, but Skyler style. This essentialy means that you, my faithful readers, will be able to send me any questions you may have or anything you may need advice on. I'll do my best to give you my perspective on it, however harsh (but truthful), bitchy (but necessary) and rude (but meaningful). You can send me these via e-mail (skylertyson@hotmail.com), facebook messaging, or by commenting on any of my posts. If you send it via e-mail or Facebook, your name will remain confidential if you want. Anyway, I look forward to starting this!!! Don't be afraid to sned me your needs for advice.

So being that I'm starting new things today, I'm going to start another kind of blog entry today entitled: "Did a blind, deaf, mute, geriatric, paraplegic man dress you?" Some celebs just don't know how to dress themselves and I swear they just get some random hobo to pick something trendy out for them. Anyway, here goes:

 I know, you're probably starting to say: "Skyler, just leave JLo alone" but you know what? Nobody asked you!
So anyway, I don't understand where to inspiration in this outfit came from. For one, she looks like she lost her pants somewhere... Or maybe she's wearing them on her head? I don't know. Her "dress" is too short and makes it look like she's so wasted that she forgot to put on pants, and those poofy sleeves look really out of place.... And her ass is way too big to be wearing that...I mean, you might as well just wear a miniskirt and have it ride up so that it becomes a belt for your undergarments, because really, that's all it's doing. And where is she planning on wearing this? It's so.....ghetto. Like, when I see this outfit, I immediately think of those Jerry Springer episodes where one black woman is fighting with another woman saying somethign along the lines of: "I'm gon' keep mah baby. I don' care none if he gots no father, he gon' have all da love he needs" Picture it...seriously... and those boots look so uncomfortable.... I hope she shaved before putting those bad boys on...



Oh dear me....she looks like she's going to an ABC party (anything but clothes for the prudes reading this entry)... I could make that thing out of saran wrap and ductape. That and her tits are about to pop out of that dress like springs and give her a black eye...BOING! Turkey's done!
Anyway, I really don't understand Victoria Beckham's style choices... Like, she has millions and millions of dollars... she could at least stop shopping at the grocery store for the materials for her clothes...
One good thing about this dress though, kinda brings out some color in her face. And is it just me, or is she looking kind of.....greasy?







Phoebe Price...what have you done? Was it not enough that you're already a ginger, you had to go and be she-devil-princess leia- Victoria-Secret-Valentine's-Day-Puke?

Like honestly, I don't get it. There's enough lace in this outfit to make enough doilies to cover the tops of 600 little old ladies' coffee tables...

And those shoes.... what the fuck! Honestly, too much red! And it really doesn`t help that you can see everythign under her dress. She may as well have worn celophane. And why must she have used the same material as her `dress`as a headband? Honestly, just the headband alone would have been lace overkill, you just put everything together and your eyes just ask you to gouge them out with a rusty spoon. Like, mother fucker. Why can't rich people pick out nice clothes? Or better yet, why can't they get someone to pick out nice clothes for them


On the up side, I just HAVE to put one outfit in here that while insanely wacky, is amazingly awe inspiring. I'm talking baout the outfit Lady Gaga wore to the Grammy's this past weeekend. Let's take a look:




How awesome is this??? This futuristic Giorgio Armani gown has "Gaga" written all over it. I'm not sure if it's the double hue wig or the wacky Alexander McQueen shoes that complete this outfit, but it's simply amazing. I mean, say what you will, but nobody else could look even one tenth as good as Gaga does in this. Once again, Lady Gaga, you are my hero.











Anyway, I hope you liked my first installment of "Did a blind, deaf, mute, geriatric, paraplegic man dress you?". Remember to send me your "needs for advice". They don't really have to be real, but I need a few of them for this to work. Don't be shy!

Happy Groping!

2/4/10

Twenty Sixth post

Hey blog buddies!

ok so... I dont know if you guys check your facebook as thoroughly as I do, but you may have already heard this story... but I dont care, because Im gonna tell it again. It's quite a sad story, so please get out your tissues and handkerchiefs (omg...those things are nasty!)

So...I'm at work on this past fine Saturday doing homework, because I was bored and there was nothing to do. So someone comes in and I just happend to put my stuff on the stool next to me for like 5 seconds. FIVE SECONDS! And there was this mop bucket (with mop and water inside for anyone who was wondering) sitting like 3 feet away. Don't even ask me how it got there, because I don't know. I didn't put it there! And in all honesty, I don't even know how to mop!  ANYWAY...

So I'm trying to do somethign and oh so gently just TOUCH the stool and my homework goes flying like everywhere... there were pages all over the place and I dont even know ho wthey got there. Like, I just to say touched the stool and WOOSSSH! but that's not even the sad part, my calculator fell in the mop pail, which was like 3 feet away. You have to really picture this. So, I'm going to make you a picture with Paint.

So, as demonstrated by my amazing artistic talent, it's evident that someone is out to get me. That's all I have to say. The calculator, of all things, my $30 calculator (which isn't that much, I know, but I could have spent that $30 on clothes or something...) lands IN THE FUCKING MOP PAIL! Like what the hell is wrong with this world. The papers and everything else lands on the ground but my calculator had to fly halfway across the world and land in a fucking pail of dirty ass water. So now we have a true dilema. Like, it's all fine that my calculator is fucked up the ass with something hard and sandpapery, but it's in pail of dirty water. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I wouldn't just stick my hand in that pail. NASTY. So what do I do? I left it there...waited for the next person to take it out for me. After a few hours, the next person comes in and I kindly ask him to take it out of the mop bucket and I swear he thoguht I was crazy, but then I explained the whole "dirty water thing" and I think he may have been mad, but that's okay, because I didn't have to stick my hand in that filthy water.
When I got home, I realized that had I went after the calculator and retrieved it from the murky abyss of the soiled mop pail, it would probably have worked fine....but why risk losing my life in that pail anyway? AND, I had a good excuse to go shopping, which is always good (though, I barely ever have an excuse to go shopping, I just go).

Well, Happy Groping!