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A Glimpse Into My Google Search History

Alternate Title: A Glimpse Into What Is Wrong With Me

1. Coffin Prices

Coffins, so you know, are going for about $995.00 these days.

2. Dead Cats

I don’t know what I was expecting. There were lots of pictures of dead cats, and it was horrifying and gruesome. I literally gagged. I’m mad at myself for this one.

3. What is chik-fil-A Sauce?

Chik-fil-A sauce is mostly a yellow honey BBQ sauce. My friend accurately put it best when she guessed that it was “all the sauces mixed together.”

4. What are cats saying when they meow?

It really depends on the length and tone of the meow. I learned that my cat is primarily agitated and annoyed at me.

5. Elliptical Machines

I spent a lot of time googling this, which isn’t fascinating, but there is one that is small and goes for $100. I’m still thinking about starting to seriously exercise sometime soon.

6. Hot Men Holding Pizza

A disturbing lack of results for this yielded the follow-up search “Ewan McGregor Pizza” which did not meet the pizza requirements but satisfied other areas of interest.

7. Severed Head Hollywood

They still haven’t revealed the identity officially, but we know they did find the hands and feet and the dude was suspected to be a Mexican airline employee aged 66.

8. Why do men grow beards after being rejected?

Apparently this isn’t actually a thing, it’s just a trope in TV shows and in my life.

9. Chipotle Nutrition Calculator

My burrito bowl has 700 calories but a shit load of salt.

10. Urantia Book

I visited the set of a TV show because I’m a cool asshole who gets to do shit like that sometimes and one of the crew members spoke in great length about this book, which seems to be some variation on Scientology because it has aliens. I was buying into it when he was talking about “multiple dimensions” but then he lost me when he started talking about the alien’s governmental system.

11. Apocalypse Dreams

Had another dream about the apocalypse. “To dream of apocalypse means loss of control, destruction, especially from external circumstances. It could represent a fear of these things, or of some past, current, expected, or feared situation in your life involving chaos and loss of control.” Probably doesn’t mean anything.

12.  Kyoto Tachibana High School Band

Adorable, adorable, amazing, please watch this:

13. How to entertain a dog / am I psychologically scarring my cat by having a dog in the house

I babysat my friend’s dog a while ago and tried to entertain her. Primarily we went for walks and avoided my cat.

14. Ennui

Ugh, yeah, I fucking googled this.

15. Lindsay Lohan Playboy

; )

16. Jessica Cabot

I have accounts on twitter, wordpress, linkedin, and tumblr!

17. Would it be weird if I wore dude underwear?

Seems like, not really.

18. P.J. Budders

Just as I suspected!

19. Drag King Tips

For a hot second I wanted to be a Drag King that primarily covered Tom Jones songs. Mostly you need to strap down your boobs and have confidence.

20. Good Looking Fajitas Guacamole

Seemed to have a little trouble with this one:

Realistically, there is a lot that I am not admitting I googled. 


Yelp Gets Dangerous or How I Insulted Truffles

I have to admit, I’m a pretty avid Yelp reviewer. Most recently I tried the Truffle Beet Salad at Umami Burger, which I did not enjoy. I made a comment that I didn’t think truffle flavor really belonged on salads, and that it was better suited to traditional food items like noodles, eggs, and french fries. Here are the results of my review:

Some Random Yelp Asshole: truffle dont go with salads u must be pretty fucking stupid

Me: it’s true. the opinions of my taste buds do directly reflect my cognitive abilities. i apologize that i have offended what is clearly your overt passion for truffles. have you enjoyed the truffle beet salad at umami burger? you must have enjoyed it. sometimes i forget that i’m wrong about everything and random, aggressive strangers on the internet are right. i will keep this in mind for my next yelp review.

(I take a moment to ponder the asshole’s original message.)

Me: in retrospect, due to the poor grammar of your original comment, i realize i am now uncertain if you were agreeing with me, that “yes, truffles don’t go with salads, you must have been pretty fucking stupid to even bother trying that salad” or if you indeed disagree as I originally took your message. This is an important debate, so obviously I hope you respond soon.

Dudes Who Want To Fuck Me So They Googled My Name

It has recently come to my attention [it hasn’t] that the people most likely to read this blog are Dudes Who Want to Fuck Me So They Googled My Name. To these dudes I say, “Hello! Welcome. This post is for you.” Perhaps you were hoping to learn a few facts about myself so that you could impress me on a date (aw, how sweet!). In that case, I think you’ll find you really enjoy “Tucker Max Can Suck A Bag Of Dicks.” Or, perhaps, you came here hoping to find a picture of yours truly to jack off to. You’re in luck, because a google image search for Jessica Cabot yields these results:

Us Jessica Cabots sure are an attractive bunch.

Last, if you are my ex-boyfriend, then, ‘HAH! Made you look! You’re thinking about me, sucker!”

It has also occurred to me that the second most likely group of people to read this blog are my family members. And to these people, I apologize, because this post obviously creates a conflict of interest. At least we can all breath a little easy knowing that my great-grandma doesn’t use computers.

But I digress, back to you, men! As you may already suspect, I spend the majority of my time and brain cells thinking about you, yes you! Well, maybe not you specifically, especially if you’re…. well, you know who you are, that one guy. Stop asking me if I want to see Jumping the Broom. To answer your question, yes, I do, but not with you.

I digress, the 10% of my life I’m not devoting to you, men, and the pursuit of you, I am focusing on wondering how to develop a relevant online presence. I might even S your D* if you bring that fact up in a party setting!!!

Now boys, I just want to thank you for coming here. And to make this trip on the Internet worth your time, I have compiled a list of “the types of men I am likely to bone” just so you can see how your chances stack up. I hope you find this helpful and enlightening!

1. Loser Stoners

You are probably too fucking stoned out of your mind to read this right now, and I love that about you. Did you ever think about, like, how drugs are for people who just want to open their minds? I did too. We have so much in common.

I bet you’re an aspiring creative type, loser stoner, am I right? For example, you probably want to be a DJ. I think that’s cool, because like, life is just about the experiences, you know?  Sure I’ll take a hit, why not!

Yeah, I don’t know, I guess like, um…… OH SHIT. I totally forgot what I was going to say. Um… yeah, well anyway, the point is like, I think I just feel really connected to you, because like, we’re just two humans and we’re just like, you know. SHIT. We’re just like. Um. Fuck. Hahahahahhahah. Yeah. God I’m so fucking horny right now, is that weird? Am I weird? I think I’m weird. Do you think I’m weird? Oh my god shit, you think I’m weird.

2. Weird Old Men

Speaking of weird, I have my eyes on you weird old men. Let’s be honest, you are never attractive, weird old men. You are often very large, or very balding, or even Asian. I’m cool with that, because God, there is just something really weirdly sexy about you.

You’re usually pretty old, Weird Old Men, like, at least 35, but perhaps more realistically you’re going into your 40s. (Keep in mind, us young people like to over-exaggerate what age constitutes being “old”.) Your age makes me feel really fucking young, and the older I get the more important it is for me to feel like I’m still in high school. I like to imagine that if we dated we’d be kind of like Scarlett Johannson and Sean Penn, except on a much less attractive scale. Well, especially you, weird old men, you’re like, way unattractive. But no offense, because there’s something about you that I’m super into.

Is it your world-weariness? Your unapologetic intelligence? Your dry sarcasm? Your obvious experience with the opposite sex, where you can just kind of say all the right things to make me swoon? Yes, perhaps it is because you know that I’m young and have low self-esteem and so you know how to manipulate my baggage and obvious father issues. Well, whatever it is, it’s totally working. If we hook up I’m going to feel really important and dangerous, and I don’t say that to just anyone.

3. Gynecologists

Mmm, yeah. Now that’s what I’m talking about.

4. British

There’s not a lot to say about you British men, because I don’t know anything about you, except that you are British. Are you smart? Are you nice? Are you attractive? Are you funny? Do you have a good job? Do you come from a good family? Do you love your mother? Are you a serial rapist?

Who knows! I sure don’t. But also, who cares. You’re British. Say something in British, like, “I want to go to the loo.” Oh my god I can’t believe you just said, loo! That’s so fucking hot. Say something else. Actually, can you just read this tax document to me while I touch myself? Thanks.

5. Ambiguously Not Gay (Or, in some cases, Gay) 

This is going to be embarrassing, but I totally thought you were gay when I met you. No, no, no, I don’t mean it like that! It’s just that you were really adorable and sensitive and sweet and you sing so well. And is that sweater from the Gap? That’s a pretty sharp outfit. I love it.

But when I found out you were straight, woah, was I surprised! And in love! You are the perfect man. I mean it! Seriously. Kind, caring, adorable, talented, loving… are you sure you aren’t gay??? Wow. And you cook so well and you’re so likely to be devoted to your wife and love your children. How did I get so lucky? Oh wait, I didn’t. Because I haven’t met you yet. Haha, get it? Because that’s a Michael Buble song, and I totally can’t believe he’s not gay. I love you, ambiguously not gay man. Please don’t be gay.

6. Suave, Handsome Douchebags

Now I know what you’re thinking, suave, handsome douchebags. “What about us? ALL girls want to bone us!”

You’re right. Why should I be so special as to be an exception to that rule? I confess, I most certainly am not, and as such I’ll definitely bone you. The caveat, of course, is that I will want to bone you, and only you, and you will want to bone everything that moves including that stupid skank we work with, but that’s life.

I am fully prepared for you to make a move on me and break my heart in one fell swoop. God you’re handsome. I can’t believe I get to make out with you! Oh, I get to do more than that too? Oh. You want me to do THAT!? Well, okay, for you I’ll totally have no boundaries. You deserve it.

You have many guises, suave, handsome douchebags. Sometimes you are wearing business suits. Othertimes, you are a bro. Who knows, perhaps you are even a professor of Philosophy, just because you fucking can be. Regardless of your persuasion, your overt confidence and couldn’t-give-a-shit-about-anything-or-anyone attitude really appeals to me. Knowing that I can anticipate you not calling me back before we’ve even made eye contact gets me hot. What can I say, a girl wants what she can’t have. And I totally want you.

Well men, thanks again for stopping by. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors to fuck me. If you’d like some advice, I might suggest constantly comparing me to Amanda Seyfried. If you lie and tell me, “but you’re much prettier” I’ll tell you you’re lying but then give you secret bonus points in my head.

*soothe your depression.

[ETA]: God help me, but now I’ll never find a husband.


Life has been… interesting, to say the least, lately. Instead of going into lengthy details I will just post various article I came across that seem to resonate with some of these… “themes” that have been coming up.

Greg Giraldo


The second one gives kind of weird examples that don’t apply to my life, but I think the gist is relevant.

Hm. I don’t know. I don’t think that I expected to grow up and identify closely with middle aged men with stand up careers. Oh Louie.

This Blog

I might change the name of this blog to “No Boys Allowed.”

Whatever you do, DON’T READ THIS BLOG BOYS! Please. Thanks.

I’m serious.