I'm obsessed with the pointless

Damn it, why do I care what the answers to these pointless "IQ" questions are? Oh yeah, because I'm an obsessive-compulsive freak. I am intelligent, according to this "test", with my 16 correct answers. But now I need to know the other stupid, meaningless answers. This reminds me of those Excel movie still quizzes that erased the actor's faces. Remember those? That also brought out my obsessive side with a vengeance.

I can't believe it's already time for BBQ Fest. I'll be drinking and eating ungodly amounts about 3 nights in a row in support of my boyfriend's team called Trailer Pork. That should make for some interesting blogging material. Unlike this week where I blog about some lame test that I got off myspace from the girl that posts about 50 bulletins a day.

Faux hip hop slang terms that make my skin crawl: yo, fo reals, ya heard?, fo shizzle et al, true that, up in my grill, off the hook. Don't be using those terms, yo! Fo reals. Ya heard?

I realize some of those terms aren't used much these days but they still cause my ears to burn. I used to have a bitch boss that would say "True that" all the time in meetings. She was so damn pleased with her SUV driving, 2.5 kid having, loaded, lilly-white ass. I still harbor such hate for that woman.