Sep 29, 2007 09:49
Last night I dreamt that you gained sixty-five pounds compelling me to no longer be sexually attracted to you. But I don't remember which one of you it was.
Reaching all-time nerd highs whilst taking one for the team, I have found a way to interpret Star Trek as an extended metaphoric representation of a classic piece of literature. I am god. Give me a million dollars.
Putting sequins on things is my job. I think it's the drag queen in me.
What are you out of your mind? Allow me to enlighten you. I don't like talking to people. People I know. But strangers I have no problem with. I find it funny when old people die in movies and it's all sentimental. Is there anything wrong with that? And I am disturbed about something on television. Thoroughly disturbed. I may be the only person who doesn't get boners over this crap show to date. Emotional character development that relates to what's happening in the storyline. Oh my god. I never would have thought of that. That's so brilliant. But no. If you look closely at the writing in Family Guy, you can see that the jokes never derive from the plot. And I think that's totally gay.
SO SUE ME. LOCK ME UP.