Thursday
10Aug
fuck off and die
Aug 10, 2006 Aware that there are certain trends within the blogging community (Musical Mondays, Bad Memes, you know the drill), I have been known to engage in them once in a while for various reasons. Among these excuses reasons are: I actually find one that’s interesting, I think my readers might, too, or – most often – I just don’t have anything better to do.
Today’s trend, however, is serendipitous in that I am not being a lemming, but that I just happen to feel this way on a Thursday. So, without further ado, if you don’t mind me saying so, and I mean this whole heartedly…
Fuck off and die.
- You promised us flying cars, and instead I have one on the ground with a bunch of rust no air conditioning.
- You said that 2006 would be easier, and it is harder.
- You said that the glass was either half empty or half full. We busied ourselves with that discussion. The whole time you failed to mention is that it was laced with something.
- You said that truth would set us free, and you had your fingers crossed behind your back.
- You said that the changing of the seasons would be lovely, but I still have to scrape a fucking inch of ice off my windshield in January.
- You told us to break all the rules, then threw us in jail for our crimes.
- You said, “Drink me, Alice”…knowing that we would choke on it.
Fuck you.
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Double fudge frosted brownies goes so well with hot coffee (or even tepid water).
P.S. EVERYTHING goes with Hot Coffee. Haha.
You told us that if we didn't eat all our vegetables, Santa would know and remember. But the truth was that Santa was too fucked up from doin' coke & vodka binges with the Easter Bunny, and drunk dialing the Tooth Fairy for midnight hookups, that he never truly had the coherency to keep a Naughty or Nice list. Come Christmas Eve, he just said fuck it and used the goddamn phone book...