Slippery Dolphin Thighs!

Fuckin A!

(and other popular straightboy phrases)

I've been back listening to Elvis Costello. He gives me joy in an odd way. Some of his tunes are uplifting in a sardonic way:

"The sun struggles up, another beautiful day
And I feel glad in my own suspicious way!
Despite the contradicttion and confusion
Feel tragic without reason
There's malice and there's magic in every season."

It's really a good descriptive for how I'm feeling at present. I have noticed that I do scowl a bit more than usual, which is very bad (face lines.) Why? *shrug*

There is probably a really good reason, but I personally don't care what it is. I'm just content to roll along happily and occasionally scowl at people and things that are worrisome.

In a humourous essay, Steve Martin wrote "Nobody wants to hire somebody that is crying." That's incredibly true. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with crying. I feel a good cry cleanses the soul and allows happiness to shine that more brightly through the window of the metaphysical heart (if that makes any sense.) Everybody needs to clean their windows from time to time, so a cry is in order.

That said, bust out the Kleenex and Steel Magnolias! Best bawl-fest ever put on film, in my op. I don't need to go into any further detail, because every fag in North America not only knows of this movie, but can recite entire sections of dialogue.

Oddly enough, that's all I want to say right now. Laundry beckons, and I may attempt to find a cute boy to swap spit with. That's really what I need. Ciao, all