LAME, LAME, LAME! Do you realize that three of the nine suggestions deal with internet/computer stuff, and that one suggestion (#9, living on stuff you get in the mail) is greatly enabled by the internet? OK, 3 a.m. is and always will be the best time to go to the grocery store to pick up the sugary treats bitch-hermits naturally live on, but over all, bitch-hermits today just have it too fucking easy! I was a Smiths-adoring bitch-hermit back in the 80s, and it required REAL dedication then. Shit, if I wanted to play solitaire, I had to use a real deck of cards! If I wanted to watch a movie at home in my underwear, I had to GO RENT IT before 3 a.m., since Netflix wouldn't just deliver it to my door!
Sheesh, I was so dedicated to being a bitch-hermit that I would sometimes resort to ironing all my clothes just as an excuse not to leave the house. Show me a bitch-hermit today who would do that! No, we all.... Wait, I mean, THEY all just blog.
That clip is so scarily like how I lived toward the end of my 9 months in SoCal that I had to post a link to it on my blog - Decay, Rattle & Hum. Thanks for the laugh.
I like numbers 3, 4, and 5 the best!!!
Posted by mellowlee | 3:20 PM
I'll be right back, I gotta go outside now. Just to prove that I can. Is it really so strange?
Posted by Dale | 5:51 PM
If I had more shit worth selling on e-Bay, I'd be doing that right now instead of getting ready to sleep so I can go to my Gawddamned job tomorrow.
Great stuff.
Posted by Mob | 10:23 PM
Yeah, this is one of those things that just crack me up. And I used to think: How could anybody possibly know how I feel?
Posted by Saviour Onassis | 10:53 PM
LAME, LAME, LAME! Do you realize that three of the nine suggestions deal with internet/computer stuff, and that one suggestion (#9, living on stuff you get in the mail) is greatly enabled by the internet? OK, 3 a.m. is and always will be the best time to go to the grocery store to pick up the sugary treats bitch-hermits naturally live on, but over all, bitch-hermits today just have it too fucking easy! I was a Smiths-adoring bitch-hermit back in the 80s, and it required REAL dedication then. Shit, if I wanted to play solitaire, I had to use a real deck of cards! If I wanted to watch a movie at home in my underwear, I had to GO RENT IT before 3 a.m., since Netflix wouldn't just deliver it to my door!
Sheesh, I was so dedicated to being a bitch-hermit that I would sometimes resort to ironing all my clothes just as an excuse not to leave the house. Show me a bitch-hermit today who would do that! No, we all.... Wait, I mean, THEY all just blog.
Posted by bluestocking | 5:43 PM
Hee, hee, hee.... Domi, you seem to have the "bitch" part down.
Iron On, Gold Dust Hermit!
Posted by Saviour Onassis | 5:48 PM
That clip is so scarily like how I lived toward the end of my 9 months in SoCal that I had to post a link to it on my blog - Decay, Rattle & Hum. Thanks for the laugh.
Posted by MKM | 10:32 AM
Sweet! Thanks MKM. I knew I wasn't the only one who related to that clip.
Posted by Saviour Onassis | 1:53 PM