The Icing Makes the Cake
The cake can be made of the richest ingredients. The finest chocolate of the world, the sweetest milk ever produced by the finest raised cows, the richest eggs laid by the world's best hen, made from the world's finest and purest milled grain that is turned into flour... but if the icing is shit and slapdeshedly slewn onto the baked masterpiece, it's worth nothing. In fact, it's beyond worthless. Not even satiable to landfills.
I had a really good evening tonight at the movies. It was, in fact, close to perfect.
Actually the day began with my being certain that my feelings were done for after the recent events that have occurred. Then I actually had a good day =O !!!!!!!!!!!! It was almost (kw: ALMOST!) back to what it was in the beginning. Then 8 little words at the end of the evening were enough to turn it all to shit. "Hey deicha o meu braco, eh estranho." Haha, thanks BUDDY.
Words mean nothing. I've learned this the hard way from James. In a way I have to thank him for teaching me that lesson. I have a lot to thank him for, actually. In a way I'd wish he'd let me do it.
Words are as good as...uhhhh....as something that's not very good at all...something that's horribly and terribly unrealiable and worth beyond S-H-I-T! But since I'm drunk I can' think of nething!! What now bitchessssssssssssssssss?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
One more thing, faithful readers: if ur gonna apologize, don't repeat the behavior -- it makes u sound like a liar and a douchebag, for lack of a better word.
P.S. *horn honks in distance* "The horn blows...but what about the driver?" -Mikey Reed.
Heart is the most wonderful dog ever! (Aside from my Donnyboy!)