Okay, so the other day Facebook served up a few new friend suggestions for me, all of which were complete strangers, as usual. Except one. Thaaaaaaaaaaat’s right: an ex-boyfriend I haven’t seen since high school.
(Way to go, Facebook.)
*rolling my eyes*
*twice*
Let’s call this particular ex-boyfriend George. George Michael Wannabe.
My relationship with Mr. Wannabe was—umm—complicated…. mainly because I only dated him to get revenge on my annoying little sister and my ex-best friend, Trayla Trash (don’t remember Trayla? Click HERE), who both had drooling, oozing, festering crushes on George, while George, clearly oblivious to the therapy-causing, life-ruining pain it caused the other two girls, only had eyes for me.
Long story short, I quickly got sick of George, his telling EVERYBODY ALL THE TIME that he was going to be a bigger singer than George Michael one day, and his constant off-key singing of “Father Figure” in a sad attempt to prove it. But the final straw for me was the day he serenaded me with a stooOOooOOpid love song he was making up on the fly in front of my mother and grandmother, who were both crying their faces off with silent laughter. I broke up with George the next day.
(Ahhh, schoolgirl revenge via the dating of dumb boys, it ain’t pretty.)
(Anyway….)
I haven’t seen, talked to, nor thought about George in over 20 years. The last time I saw him, he was telling me I would regret breaking up with him because he was going to be famous. No—famouser than famous! Wait!—make that THE MOST FAMOUSEST FAMOUS DUDE WHO EVER FAMED!!!!
*cough—delusional twit—cough*
Naturally, upon seeing George there on Facebook, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to take a quick peek at his info page to see what he’s doing these days since I’m pretty sure that the more-famous-than-George-Michael thing didn’t quite work out the way he was hoping for. And….
Wow.
No, really.
I…. I hardly know what to say.
George is a….
….a….
….a….
….a Ghostbuster. Oy.
He travels around with a bunch of funky gadgets looking for ghosts and posts pictures of himself wearing velvet suits and top hats on the internet. Yep. Seriously. I swear I'm not making this up.
And I honestly can’t figure out if I think that is really moronic or kinda cool….?
© Coracabana
12 comments:
I wanna see him. I wanna SEE Velvet George who hunts ghosts. Make it so!
I'm totally gonna friend this guy.
So he's a gay paranormalist?
Moronic. Just like Faceook.
I'm with Vegetable Assassin! ; )
Maybe he's doing one of those "Haunted Seattle" ghost tour things?
And I'm impressed that he can afford velvet on that gig.
That is funny!!
I sooo can't figure out who it is and I am YING to know!
Now I know what I want to be when I grow up.
Some women drive men to drink and you drive them to ghostbusting. It's kinda sad...pathetic really because he never ever found a single ghost ever in his life and people who chase imaginary creatures need help and medication. Lots and lots of medication. You can't make this shit up.
Ummm, that's a toss up.
It's peculiular in the most interesting of ways.
I just want to know where he gets the velvet suits, he must live in LA.
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