NEED MONEY FOR COLLEGE
NEED COLLEGE FOR JOB
NEED JOB FOR MONEY
WHO THE FUCK DESIGNED THIS SYSTEM
NEED EXPERIENCE FOR JOB
NEED JOB TO GET EXPERIENCE
NEED CAR FOR JOB
NEED JOB FOR CAR
nobody is dying, except maybe the fans after the emotional joyride that suddenly got converted to a emotionally draining trip to the zoo where all animals are starving and shriveled
Early morning message from the “loved” one
Roger Ebert wasn’t alive to review Her
the need to sleep overpowers your sense and make you think fuck this world i wanna eat banana chips till i die
Don’t talk to me.
It’s not like I went fishing with him.
And don’t make fun of me. I don’t know whether you know this, not many men take the time every
day to have a cigar, a glass of scotch, to talk to their best friend. That’s not something most men have.
No, it isn’t.
What I give to you, what—what I share, I do with no one else. I like to
think what you give to me, you do with nobody else. Now that—that may sound silly to you, but here’s I think is
silly—the idea that jealousy or fidelity is reserved for romance. I always suspected that there was a connection
between you and that man. That you got something you didn’t get from me.
I probably do. But gosh, what I get from you, Denny . . .
People walk around today calling everyone their best friend.
doesn’t have any real meaning anymore. Mere acquaintances are lavished with hugs and kisses upon a second or
at most third meeting. Birthday cards get passed around offices so everybody can scribble a snippet of
sentimentality for a colleague they’ve barely met. And everyone just loves everyone. As a result, when you tell
somebody you love them today, it isn’t much heard. I love you, Denny. You are my
On its best when you are cooped up in office all day.
WHY WEATHER GOD WHY
So when i grew up, i GENUINELY thought that Valentine’s day was made by archies to sell their cute stuff which was so red and soft and meant to ignite feelings of
passion warmth and other such things.
For me, a closet True romantic (the problem with us closet romantics is, we hate people who pretend to be romantics, and whose defination of romance is - red and soft and meant to ignite…, which makes us wanna not be associated with the word, but then.. sigh..) this meant one thing.
A whole day of “Love songs”, day full of “Nothings gonna change my love for you”, “Unchained Melody”, “Lady in red”… Yes yes these songs are cheesy as hell. but then i love them, you guys. I LOVE the cheese. and you know i also love actual cheese.
i started loving actual cheese when i was around 13 years old, before that the appeal baffled me, similar to the whole valentine day thing.
Then of course the american sitcoms happened, and slowly (really slowly, cause to this day there is disbelief - EVEN AS I WRITE THIS) the realisation happened. CHeese was awesome. Ok not that. i mean not ONLY that. Ok.
The realization was, Valentine’s Day was Holiday.. like Thanksgiving and Halloween. American holiday yes. But it was fully genuine.
And then of course i was filled with wonderment about just about the most cliched obvious question?
We celebrate Love (in pretty much all of its connotations, except the true one , cause you know true love is quite often unrequited and that makes this day all the more shitty) just for ONE day?
Anyway, soon logic gave way. One day of love. One day full of rom-coms and awesome cheese songs.
Cause you know if all days were like that, we would all probably be dead by now.
Happy Valentine’s day people!