When your "girlfriend" and you do nothing but yell at each other over the phone and have immature arguments, you're not really in love.
So why doesn't one of you just kill this "relationship", instead of playing the "convince the other person to dump you" game? It's been mortally wounded for months, looking up at you with big wet eyes, gasping, "Kill me. Keeeeeellllllll mmmmmmmmeeeeeeeee.", so why dontcha?
Amuse me, neanderthal.
[14 Feb 2007|03:21pm]
Hereby officially giving credit to raven_feathers for the snazzy new icon. There's plenty more where this came from.
People never ask me, "Hey moron, name a musical act from the 70's who are still doing anything interesting and inventive". They really never do. I suspect if they did, they'd be expecting me to say "Bowie" or something, but that would be a lie (C'mon, they said INTERESTING). Oddly enough, I can think of a couple of folks from the 60's, but the 70's....? Must've been all the blow.
So I give you the only name I could think of, complete with video evidence.....the Mael brothers. "Huh?" they reply in unison. "Sparks, dude, SPARKS!"....."HUH?"......
This is why I never get asked these questions. With 30 (truly) odd years under their belt as flagship members of what I like to call "The Fine Tradition of Great American Weirdos", from their 2006 release, "Hello Young Lovers", I give you Sparks.
* I wish there was a recording device over our bed. Not for the usual sordid and/or narcissistic reasons, but because we have the craziest, sleep-deprived conversations in there. Problem is, we're so out of it we have trouble recalling the highlights the next day.
* I wish there wasn't a big load of laundry waiting to be done so I could enjoy this day off in a guilt-free manner. Logic tells me it's grown to the size of official two person jobdom, but guilt still nags.
* I wish I could remember where I got this icon from. I swiped it months ago just to have on my desktop, and now that I want to use it, I have no idea who I swiped it from. So by all means, step forward for credit if you're the author.
If wishes were horses....you wouldn't be able to move for all the fucking horses. And your shoes would be an awful mess. Everything would stink. Hundreds of people would die from blows to the head every day. Stop wishing!
I recently indulged in the great Canadian tradition of ordering a double-double at one one of your used-to-be-fine-but-not-so-much-anymore establishments. This being winter, the coffee came in one of your winter/xmas themed cups (which are pretty goofy looking I might add, if one were to quibble).
One aspect of the cheery winter scene cannot go unmentioned as it impossible to ignore the horror of it. Directly underneath a Tim Horton's logo is depicted two snowpeople about to "enjoy" two steaming cups of something. Need I point out the problem with this scenario? People made of snow? About to consume a steaming hot beverage? These poor snowpeople are about to die a truly horrible death!
A roughly equivalent picture might feature two young children, chilly and rosy cheeked after playing outside in the snow, about to enjoy a fresh cup of molten lava! Or perhaps sulpheric acid is more "winter wonderland-y" for you! Does this strike you as a particularly cheerful winter scene?
I must strongly urge you recall these cups before snowpeople across the country, naturally assuming safety in emulating the picture they see, are fooled into needless suffering by your ill-conceived cup art.
Yours truly, mr_pugh
ps -- Why have all your donuts shrunk in the past few years? I notice the price didn't. Tim would be ashamed of you.