So I decided to post again. Welcome back to the (not so) dailey luls. Honestly, I'm still doing much better than I expected. So its totally February. February is a month of evil. An abnormally short month, which I might add, has always confused me. A month dedicated to black history, another thing that confuses me. Why dedicate one month to black history, what about all the other peoples that were oppressed and whatnot. Anywho, thats a rant for another day. But what really makes February evil, is Valentines Day, which leads me into today's thought (and by today's, I really mean the thought of the month, 'cause it's always there at the back of my mind, haunting me.)
Sinister Thoughts That Won't Let Me Sleep Properly:
Valentines Day, a hallmark holiday. Created for thoughts of love and togetherness and love and love and tiny baby's armed with arrows of doom. (I need to have a little chat with this baby, his aim is off. This chat will involve violence.) Oh the joys of the couples holiday. And by that, I really mean, wow, this sucks. Happy Singles Awareness Day everyone. People seem to loose their minds this time of year. Legitimately loose there frickin minds. For some reason, people get it in their heads that its not ok to be single this time of year. Everyone scrambles off in this search for their 'ONE TRUE LOVE. ONE LOVE TO RULE THEM ALL. ONE LOVE TO FIND THEM. ONE LOVE TO BRING THEM ALL AND IN THE DARKNESS... GROPE THEM?' (yes, that was a horribly done LotR reference, you don't have to injure me for it, the thought that I just typed that is pain enough.) Now personally, I'm not too bitter about the whole single thing (those candy hearts are nasty anyway) my own fear lies with cupid and his horrible arrows. What if the dumb little flying baby shoots someone else? And they happen to look my way? WHAT THEN?!? The traditional course of action is to flee and recoup at some other point in space, far far away. But when theres a campus full of ronrey peoples, and a baby with terrible aim, hope is lost.
Plan B: kill the zombies, save the world.
I like plan B. (which by the way, needs a much better name, the innuendo in that is just sickening)
PS: the shear amount of songs about love in my library makes me giggle.
Quote of the Day:
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
-Matt Groening
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Now playing: Gnarls Barkley - Gone Daddy Gone
via FoxyTunes
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