A makeshift calendar kept in your head so there's no evidence; used to stalk someone you're obsessed with. It is compiled mainly from readily available information made public on social networking sites, and through eavesdropping, lurking, gossip, and rumor.
Jill: You know Brit's gonna be at the party next week, right?
Jack: Oh, for sure. Had that shit marked on my stalker calendar for weeks.
Jill: I have a crush on your friend John...
Jack: Want me to have him add you as a friend?
Jill: No, it's cool...I always know what he's doing. He RSVPs to events, says where he's at in his status, and we have enough mutual friends for me to start a decent stalker calendar.
Jill to Jane: Wanna meet at StarB's Tuesday?
Jane: Yeah, like 8:00?
Jack (lurking ten feet away) to self: Sweet!
Jill: Funny how we keep showing up at the same spots!
Jack: Isn't it?
Jack to self: Thank you, stalker calendar!
Jack: Oh, for sure. Had that shit marked on my stalker calendar for weeks.
Jill: I have a crush on your friend John...
Jack: Want me to have him add you as a friend?
Jill: No, it's cool...I always know what he's doing. He RSVPs to events, says where he's at in his status, and we have enough mutual friends for me to start a decent stalker calendar.
Jill to Jane: Wanna meet at StarB's Tuesday?
Jane: Yeah, like 8:00?
Jack (lurking ten feet away) to self: Sweet!
Jill: Funny how we keep showing up at the same spots!
Jack: Isn't it?
Jack to self: Thank you, stalker calendar!
by nearly civilized January 05, 2010
Dude, that beirdo posted up right in front of me at the club last night, waving his iPhone around in my face the entire time like a jackass.
That ball hugger Jim rides a fixie, listens to whiny bitch music, always has a PBR tall boy, smokes American Spirits, wears beanies, flannels, and skinny jeans from American Apparel, and those stupid fakies (non-prescription black rimmed glasses). He's a total beirdo!
That ball hugger Jim rides a fixie, listens to whiny bitch music, always has a PBR tall boy, smokes American Spirits, wears beanies, flannels, and skinny jeans from American Apparel, and those stupid fakies (non-prescription black rimmed glasses). He's a total beirdo!
by Nearly Civilized December 08, 2012
John (status update): Good morning world!
John (commenting on his own status): LML!
John (commenting on his own status again): God, I'm such a self-poster!
John (commenting on his own status): LML!
John (commenting on his own status again): God, I'm such a self-poster!
by nearly civilized November 17, 2011
Jill (commenting on Jim's status): OMG, you really did that this weekend?
Jill (commenting again before anyone else has commented): Pardon me for being a double-poster, but I so need to go there!
Janet (commenting on a forum thread): Guys are such dicks.
Janet (commenting again when no one else has posted in between): Did I mention we just broke up? Sorry to be a double-poster
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Jane (on Jill's status update): I can't stand Jack, he's so self-obsessed...and such a double-poster!
Jill (commenting again before anyone else has commented): Pardon me for being a double-poster, but I so need to go there!
Janet (commenting on a forum thread): Guys are such dicks.
Janet (commenting again when no one else has posted in between): Did I mention we just broke up? Sorry to be a double-poster
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Jane (on Jill's status update): I can't stand Jack, he's so self-obsessed...and such a double-poster!
by nearly civilized November 17, 2011
A feeling related to self, generally selfish in nature, i.e. one of self-pity, victimization, hurt, or sadness. Similar to a guy being on his meriod or entering manopause, but lasting less in duration.
by Nearly Civilized May 28, 2012
Jane: Want to meet me at Starbucks® for a latte?
John: No thanks, the Starbots make me nervous.
Jim, to Janet: Is that your 4th macchiato today?! Don't be such a Starbot!
Julie: God, I just love my mocha frappuccino®!
Jason: Get some taste, Starbucks® is the Walmart® of coffee. Fucking Starbots.
John: No thanks, the Starbots make me nervous.
Jim, to Janet: Is that your 4th macchiato today?! Don't be such a Starbot!
Julie: God, I just love my mocha frappuccino®!
Jason: Get some taste, Starbucks® is the Walmart® of coffee. Fucking Starbots.
by nearly civilized October 15, 2010
Thinking with your dick instead of your brain.
A slightly different take on Pink Floyd's 1987 album "A Momentary Lapse of Reason", used to describe the process in which the male anatomy overrides all rational decision making. Similarities can be drawn to "the heart wants what the heart wants", but "what the penis wants" is more powerful, visceral, and immediate.
A slightly different take on Pink Floyd's 1987 album "A Momentary Lapse of Reason", used to describe the process in which the male anatomy overrides all rational decision making. Similarities can be drawn to "the heart wants what the heart wants", but "what the penis wants" is more powerful, visceral, and immediate.
Jack: Dude, you must have been beer goggling last night. That girl was such a butterface!
Jim: Yeah, I had a momentary lapse of penis.
John: Why the hell did I out my crush like that and admit to having all these feelings...I don't even like her that much!
Jake: Blame it on a momentary lapse of penis!
Jim: Yeah, I had a momentary lapse of penis.
John: Why the hell did I out my crush like that and admit to having all these feelings...I don't even like her that much!
Jake: Blame it on a momentary lapse of penis!
by nearly civilized February 18, 2010