Love In HIMYM Terms
Love is a miracle. By which I mean it's magic. By which I mean it's a female practitioner of magic. By which I mean it's a feminine canine. I hope you see where I'm going with this.
<br />In HIMYM terms, as the title promised. I'm Ted. Marshall and Lily are figuratively engaged. In the process, they swindled me out of twenty dollars. See, Lily and Marshall kept it a secret from me for two entire days, and I had my evil plan to pay Marshall twenty dollars to ask Lily to marry him. 'Cause I didn't know, and because Robin (who I, being Ted, am hopelessly in love with) said she had a theory on who Marshall liked, and I set it upon myself to find out, and realized it was Lily. So this morning I go over and give Marshall the money, which he immediately splits with Lily. That bastard. Barney tried really, really hard to tell me, too, but Robin kept her hand over his mouth. Damnit. Oh, and did I mention that I'm hopelessly in love with Robin? Because I am. It sucks, too, because she knows, and has made it very clear that she does not return my feelings. I wonder if it has to do somehow with her Canadian religion. Considering I'm a Democratist and only .22% of the world are Canadians, maybe that explains it.
So yeah. Obviously, this uses a great deal of metaphors, considering I'm thirteen, Marshall and Lily are just going to the dance together, and Robin is actually a Jewish boy. But names have been changed to protect the innocent. Barney is pretty much the same as he is in the show, though, only without the suits, and obsessed with Sheryl Crow. We do talk about sex a lot, though, which is why he's the group's Barney. But not even as much as we used to.
Yeah, there's my weekly rant summed up. None of you probably even enjoyed this... argh.
<br />In HIMYM terms, as the title promised. I'm Ted. Marshall and Lily are figuratively engaged. In the process, they swindled me out of twenty dollars. See, Lily and Marshall kept it a secret from me for two entire days, and I had my evil plan to pay Marshall twenty dollars to ask Lily to marry him. 'Cause I didn't know, and because Robin (who I, being Ted, am hopelessly in love with) said she had a theory on who Marshall liked, and I set it upon myself to find out, and realized it was Lily. So this morning I go over and give Marshall the money, which he immediately splits with Lily. That bastard. Barney tried really, really hard to tell me, too, but Robin kept her hand over his mouth. Damnit. Oh, and did I mention that I'm hopelessly in love with Robin? Because I am. It sucks, too, because she knows, and has made it very clear that she does not return my feelings. I wonder if it has to do somehow with her Canadian religion. Considering I'm a Democratist and only .22% of the world are Canadians, maybe that explains it.
So yeah. Obviously, this uses a great deal of metaphors, considering I'm thirteen, Marshall and Lily are just going to the dance together, and Robin is actually a Jewish boy. But names have been changed to protect the innocent. Barney is pretty much the same as he is in the show, though, only without the suits, and obsessed with Sheryl Crow. We do talk about sex a lot, though, which is why he's the group's Barney. But not even as much as we used to.
Yeah, there's my weekly rant summed up. None of you probably even enjoyed this... argh.