Throwback Thursday, selfies, etc.

Sorry I'm not sorry ... but I love social media shit like this.

So many people love to complain about #tbt or selfies or too many political posts during election season (OK, that last one really might be a valid complaint), but like, no one is making you check your news feed or Twitter account every day, riiiiiiiiight? Keep scrolling if you're annoyed! The Internet is not all about you. /End rant.

-- But I still don't want to play Candy Crush or Cityville so you CAN stop inviting me anytime now, yaknow? I get actual notifications about that shit, which makes it a different story. -- 

[On a side note, I wish I could post a version of paragraph two to the people who comment on my TV station's SM accounts! Which I manage. Seriously, if I had $1 for every person who chimed in with "who cares," I could have retired years ago. Like, really guys? You don't care about what the president did today/who died in what car crash/what the weather will be like in Tahoe? KEEP SCROLLING, you awful, selfish people. So -- to all my millions of blog readers: If you've ever commented "who cares" on a professional organization's social media page, unfriend me now (wait, there are only 3 of you?)  And to anyone else -- Someone cared about that post and I think you're the worst.]

[And don't email us, either, about how BIAS we are. The word is biased. Let's get that straight first, then we can continue the chat]

OK. Now that that's out of the way, let's put up some m-f fun pics, righttttttt?

Because it's Throwback Thursday Halloween edition and I'm loving the shit out of everyone else's pics so I wanted to share some of my own.

We'll start with Corduroy. By the way, I consider myself a great speller and I just Googled "Corderoy" with an E. Google was like, "girlllllllll, did you mean to spell that shit correck? I gotchu."

My mom sent me about 50 pics too many of my Coey costume, so here goes --

Who smiles like that?

I'll be over here.

 

Hi!

Look how covered up I was! What a prude. Also, California kids don't know how lucky they have it. It might rain tomorrow and people are losing their minds. Granted, it's 75 here today so that's a pretty big hit. But tonight, when my mom asked me what my favorite costume was (Belle, obvs), I was like, "ughhhh, I hated covering ALL the costumes in my jacket and winter shit."

Me and Leese Geese

She was like, "No, you REALLY had to cover up the year of the Egyptian costume. Was that the time it rained and I got pneumonia?" I was all, "Yeah, as if there were just ONE year we had to bundle up!" Urrrry year, yo.

[Honorable mentions go out to my Princess outfit (I capitalized because this wasn't just any old basic princess, this was Mario's girl), the aforementioned Egyptian and the poodle skirt costume.]

Oh, and I'll throw in a pic with my BFF Jessie who I always thought was the coolest and most sophisticated friend EVER! She always got to wear exciting sparkly outfits and I looked like some kind of LL Bean/Little House on the Prarie dick, complete with braids and plaid.

Jessie is COVERED IN LEAVES and I can still tell she looks cooler than me. Do I spy some kind of leotard? Damn, mom. I lose again.

So, then I grew up and the costumes got sluttier. Because life.

Is it scary that this was 10 YEARS AGO?

Fast-forward to 2007. I had some more poor/college costumes in between, I'm sure. Just no photographic evidence on hand, TFG.

This was us before the night got sloppy. Michelle was a present and I was a Bronco because why not? And because we lived in Colorado Springs. I found that jersey for $1 at the Salvation Army and paired it with Spandex and tennies. Pretty comfy, actually. Drew in my eye marks with some liner, took some cactus juice shots because we were 21.

And the night ended with a frozen pizza, prepared AT THE BAR, and then an earlier-than-usual stumble back to the Olympic Training Center. Best interns ever.

Michelle, while chain-smoking cigarettes, liked to tell people that we lived at the OTC because we were some of the actual athletes. Between sips of Captain/diet (her) and vodka/tonic (me), we explained that she was a figure skater and I was a skier. I mean, seemed probable enough -- no?

And no, I'm not dressing up tomorrow. I'll prly buy a bag of KitKats just in case we get trick-or-treaters -- or because KitKats are f'ing delicious -- and lay low because I'm old.

Maybe one day I'll have a little Corduroy to dress up! (With a U, not an E). But certainly not tomorrow.

So let's cheers a pumpkin beer to #tbt and Halloween! And how to act appropriately online. (And hey, I said I liked your selfies). 

I want to see your costumes so I can comment WHO CARES! Jk jk jk!