There is a fire in me, a fire that BURNS!!!
i had a pleasant lunch at Steamer's with Mr. Hickey today that has afflicted my poor tummy ever since. i got the "mild plus" house fried rice, and it was mild plus really fucking hot. my lips burned like they were radioactive weapons of mass consumption (WMCs) for many unpleasant minutes after the meal. if i had it all to do over again i'd have punched Ryan in the face and stolen his money.
and in reference to the title of my post, a line from a Franz Ferdinand song: what the fuck? i mean, i like FF as much as fashion dictates that i must, but does one ever have a fire in oneself, a fire that hangs out at the local wifi coffee shop checking it's email on a laptop and occassionally leering at attractive young coeds? of course not, it's fucking FIRE! BY DEFINITION IT BURNS!! THAT'S WHAT FIRE DOES-AND ALL IT DOES!!!
christ...
and in reference to the title of my post, a line from a Franz Ferdinand song: what the fuck? i mean, i like FF as much as fashion dictates that i must, but does one ever have a fire in oneself, a fire that hangs out at the local wifi coffee shop checking it's email on a laptop and occassionally leering at attractive young coeds? of course not, it's fucking FIRE! BY DEFINITION IT BURNS!! THAT'S WHAT FIRE DOES-AND ALL IT DOES!!!
christ...