Sunday, June 04, 2006

Christ, 'Hospital' started playing over my headphones on my way back from work, don't you love them too, that where you got your eyes? I knew it would happen. Yikes, too close to fucking home in too many fucking ways. Don't ever go out with girls who cut themselves if you can help it.

Just so you know, my dear ones, if you can't deal with things and are about to self-destruct, I would really be happy to do anything at all to make your life easier, up to and including providing shelter and fixing you English breakfasts, even though it would probably piss Tanya off. If there's anything you'd like me to do that you think is more onerous than fixing English breakfasts, you're almost certainly mistaken.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

i go to bakeries all day long
there's a lack of sweetness in my life

dbr said...

Yeah, tell me about it, I just went and got a cinnamon roll in an effort to feel less of a shadow of my former self. Also , in a further demonstration, if any was needed, of the perverse cruelty of Apple's Dept. of Psychic Engineering, that song was followed up in short order by 'Betrayal Takes Two'.

dbr said...

In case you don't know them, here's the lyrics.

Anonymous said...

um why would i be pissed?

dbr said...

Uh, cause you don't like having houseguests much of the time?