I do wish I could spend tomorrow with my boyfriend instead of a cadaver, but you can't have everything.
From an f-locked post, yesterday, with permission.
Happy Valentines day, mug of tea.
"As a side note...I'm appalled at the number of people who are down on this day. Seriously, Christmas and Halloween are far, far more commercialized. And the Romans had Orgies today, didn't they? I see this as a day to acknowledge your sexuality and luxuriate in it. Run around naked. Watch porn. Laugh at the porn and throw popcorn. Be seen in public with a glow."
catnip_martini: Of COURSE Alex is completely straight. What's wrong with you? I mean, he was only joking when he said he thought all the slasher girls were spying on his personal life.
glitter_traces: Yes, and Michael isn't a 'gay' song...it is about a girl. A girl with hormone problems who is called Michaela but everyone calls her 'Michael' for short.
PUG: ::drinks milk::
PUG'S BRAIN: Milk is a colloid substance!
PUG: O_o Er...yes. Too many science classes.....
PB: You can make glue out of it! Or paint! Also, the human head weighs eight punds.
PUG: Where is this going?
PB: Too bad it's not orange juice. You could make napalm and blow up the school! Then you wouldn't have to go to work! You hate work today. It smells like dead fish.
PUG: No more Fight Club for *you*.
PB: Stupid milk. Stupid work. We should go home and play SoulCaliber.
PUG: No go. Must study.
PB: Don' wanna!
PUG: Here, have a cookie with our non-napalmy milk.
PUG: You *are* five today, aren't you.
PB: Yes! Let's sing songs!
PUG: I beg you to desist....
PB: ~"The sun is a mass of incandescent gas it'sagiantnuclearfurnace.."~
PUG: *Anything but that*.
PB: ~"Come see foreign nations with a grudge, *clapclap*, down by the east riverside..."~
PUG: No. Can you not be quiet?
PUG: Just go to sleep.
PUG: Thank god.
PB: ...... ~"Byyyyyyyyy MEN-nen"~
" Marshall: Happy Valentine's Day, Beautiful.
Me: Ungh Huh? Oh...happy over commercialized consumer holiday designed to guilt people into breaking their wallet to compensate for real or percieved defficincies in their ability to express
emotion to you too, sweetie."
Read it all here
Next time I wake up after an hour or so of sleep determined to find where I'd left my pet spider's cage? And, after not being able to find it, decide to ask [my housemate] where it is?
Next time that happens? I *really* need to remember that I don't have a pet spider. And that as it doesn't exist, it isn't in danger of starving to death before I find it. And I most definitly need to remember not to ask Andy if he's sure that I don't have a pet spider, because I'm probably dreaming.
The weekend was awesome! With a capital AWE! And perhaps a mixed case SoMe.
Kind of like the people who Don't-Watch-TV and Don't-Need-TV, and Won't-Let-You-Forget-They-Don't-Watch-Or-N
Really, I think the entire post is very well-put!
St. Valentine was beheaded and we celebrate by decorating everything in blood red, white and pink and gorge ourselves on chocolate and sex?
What the fuck is up with holidays? Seriously?
Baby Jesus was born today! Better dress up a fat man in a garish fur trimmed costume and celebrate crass materialism!
Jesus came back to life today! Where's my bunny and marshmallow peeps?!
Hey, thanks St. Patrick for getting rid of all those snakes! Let's all have green beer and wreck our cars!
What's going to happen to Arbor Day in 100 years? There won't be any planting of trees, but instead Pepe the Arbor Day Goat will ride over the rainbow into a field in Wisconsin and we'll have eight more weeks of summer while we celebrate perfect attendence. Remember, perfect attendence embiggens the smallest man. It's a perfectly cromulent trait to have.
People are stupid.
To refresh or not to refresh—that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The pings and 404s of outrageous lag
Or to take up my behind from the chair,
And by getting off the damned computer end them.
To sleep—perchance to dream: aye, that's the ticket!
Him: "And I'll ship it Ground"
Me: "No, you can't ship overseas international ground"
Him: "Why not? I could to Canada"
Me: "Yes, but there is a ocean, which is water between the United States and England, because ground shipments require land for the trucks only express is available."
Him: "So it can't go ground?"
Me: "... No, our trucks don't float