Monday, January 21, 2008

  •  In all Objectivity…

     

    Attempting to remain friendly with one’s ex is an exercise in spectacular futility.

     

    Oh yeah, and it’s also good for discovering that inner-raging-psychotic-vengeful-demon-bitch who would gleefully fly across the world to tear off that douchebag’s head, stuff it with asparagus au gratin and serve it up on a silver platter for the dog to eat while I then casually enjoy re-runs of Star Trek the Next Generation, because clearly Picard is the only man who’s truly worthy of my presence, despite his being fictional.

     

    That’s right.

     

    Nothing less than a fucking starship captain for me, from now on. 

     

    Rikers need not apply.

     

     

    (And if you have to ask which head, then it’s already too late.)

     

    "...well actually, it's a funny that you'd ask that, because, heh.. I got my degree in STARSHIP CAPTAINING.  So...You come here often?"

     

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