Saturday, July 3, 2010

Because it's ladies' night...

The disco slag part of me wants very much to own this necklace:

For a while I tried to bring 'disco' as an adjective into the vernacular. As in, 'that night was so disco'. It didn't work. Society wasn't ready, and the queer stares I was given whenever I used this ground-breaking piece of lingo told me that perhaps I am the Gretchen Weiner of our times.

Speaking of which, if you are both a Mean Girls and Harry Potter fan and haven't read the following, do so. Now.

“Let me tell you something about Tom Riddle. We were teacher and student in middle school. I know, right? It’s so embarrassing. I don’t even… whatever. So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first enemy Grindelwald, who was totally gorgeous. But then I had to defeat him, and Tom was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like, if I would blow him off to duel with Grindelwald, he’d be like “Why didn’t you fight me back?”. And I’d be like “Why are you so obsessed with me?”. So then, for my birthday party, which was an all-Muggle sympathisers pool party, I was like “Tom, I can’t invite you because I think you’re Lord Voldemort “. I mean, I couldn’t have a Dark Lord at my party. There were gonna be people there in their muggle clothes. I mean, right? He was the Dark Lord. So then his mom called my mom and started yelling at her, it was so retarded. And then he dropped out of society because no one would talk to his disembodied soul, and he came back in the fall for the second Wizarding War, all of his hair was cut off and he was totally weird, and now I guess he’s got Horcruxes.”

I have no idea who wrote it. But it's so disco.

1 comment:

Fashademic said...