Monthly Archives: September 2012

unrealistic

I love it when people watch a zombie movie or something of the sort and say “that’s unrealistic. Everyone knows zombies are colorblind.” or something dumb like that… you know the whole concept is unrealistic, right?

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You know what tastes bad? Anything after you’ve brushed your teeth.

Why do you eat immediately after you brush your teeth?

Why do you ask questions you know I’ll just avoid?

Why does the answer not matter anyway? I know you’ll just lie about it.

But I never do.

Because you always dodge the question.

Your point?

You’re on a treadmill.

You turned it on. I’m just running.

I bet you’re good at dodgeball.

I bet you’re good at throwing things.

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Talk

We sat down and she asked what I wanted to talk about. I was confused and responded with nothing, everything, anything. Sometimes it’s nice just to sit together and listen . The things you can hear when nothing is spoken may give clarity to thoughts otherwise unawoken.

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Jeeves, what is this on my forehead?

That wrinkle? That is age, sir.

Wipe it off, please.

There you go, sir.

I need to look dashing for tonigh–it’s still there, Jeeves.

What is, sir?

The age! It’s still there!

No it’s not.

Then what is it!?

Oh that, sir? That’s frustration.

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Lost and Found

I haven’t found myself asking myself “what happens next” enough–in all scenarios and situations–and, not surprising, I haven’t found myself…

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So… what? Are you saying that movie’s going to be better than the one we just watched?

Well, yeah.

But it’s just an action movie.

Yeah, but the lead is actually a fighter, and the director’s won an Oscar; and the cast is stacked.

Hey; at least I have facts to back up my opinion.

…whatever.

Heh, “whatever?” That’s a good defense–a popular one.

Well, it works.

…whatever.

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Narcissus

I imagine if Narcissus had an ugly younger brother that peed on the reflection of his face, Narcissus would’ve had a better life.

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The steering wheel is useless unless you are moving.

Yes, and the motor is useless if the first thing you do is crash.

So why are we arguing?

Because that’s the only way anything ever gets done.

I mean, why are we arguing about this? It’s safe to say we both agree on the concept.

Yes, but you insist on being the head while saying I’m just the body.

Oh don’t you go switching the metaphor now.

…This must be what marriage is like.

No. Marriage is like the car you drive; you both don’t like it, but you drive it anyways.

That’s a rather bleak comparison.

It’s the best I could do without a compass.

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