Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Walk Right

I saw a guy today who had a stupid walk.

He flicked his feet moments before they would touch the ground at each step he took.

If I were to describe it the words gay, ridiculous and 'I hate that guy who walks like a girl' would all be used.

It was a really girly walk and it brought to my attention how so many people out there don't walk in the manner that their sex would suggest they should walk.

E.g boys should have a boy walk, girls should have a girl walk.

Unfortunately none of my close friends have a stupid walk so I can't really point the finger and name names on here in the way I would if i was talking about poor personal hygiene - Shannon.

But never the less, I just think everybody should be more aware of their 'walk' and how stupid it can make them look.

You are possibly making the worst first impression ever without even engaging someone in conversation.

So if you're a foot flicker, toe bouncer, deliberate limper or arm swinger, CUT IT OUT.

You look like an idiot.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

FACTS ABOUT BRAD!! Version 2.0

So here it is

I'm not going to keep you waiting any longer to read another trivial fact about myself that you will probably forget moments after reading it.

Many things have happened to me this week, and I could have actually thought up something proper to write about if i tried, but decided to take the easy way out and speak about myself instead because something has been bothering me.

"What's been bothering you Brad?" Is what you're probably thinking.

So with the perfectly placed teaser now set, let me please introduce you to the second edition of "FACTS ABOUT BRAD!!"

My left shoulder is always sore and it's really annoying me.

I think the pain i'm having is a result of an unavoidable accident I was involved in last year in which a recklessly driven golf cart colided with my comparitively fragile body.

At the time I decided to opt away from using main stream medicine, or health care for that matter, and self diagnosed myself as having 'a sore shoulder that will fix itself'..

I now think I did the wrong thing by not seeing a doctor, so if I ever git hit by a golf cart, car, or bus in the future, actually make that any moving vehicle, I'll definitely seek the opinion of someone more in the know than myself.

Unless I'm dead because of this collision.

Monday, November 2, 2009

I wear girls clothes!

Yesterday I found a pair of jeans when I was clothes shopping with my girlfriend that I liked alot.
They were the colour I was looking for, they were reasonably priced and seemingly the perfect buy at the time.
There was just one problem though. They were a bit loose, and there were no smaller alternatives.

Atleast not in a "mens size".

My whole world came crumbling down around me, sure I have my health, friends and a loving family but my life would have no meaning if I didn't own these jeans.

Owning these pants was what I was put on this earth to do.

After some light persuasion from my girlfriend and the annoyingly pushy retail assisstant, I tried on a pair of the ladies jeans that would give me the tighter fitting comfort the mens pair couldn't provide.

I felt a bit gay at the time, but my mind was put at ease when the lady told me the boys and girls jeans in this particular style looked exactly the same, but were just sized differently and heaps of other blokes were doing the same thing.

That was good enough for me.

At that very moment I fell back in love with my girlfriend and the urge to dance on a table while I listened to a Ricky Martin CD slowly faded.

I realised wearing girls clothes wouldn't make me gay. Kissing other men would make me gay, and I hadn't been doing that so there was no problem.

I brought the pants and now I intend to wear them quite often, even though we're coming in to summer and on most days it will be shorts weather.



In celebration of this story, I decided to jazz up this post by adding a video to it that celebrates the love i feel for my new jeans.. and girlfriend.

I encourage you all to watch... And dance.