...please raise your eyes slightly and take in the new title and subtitle of my beloved blog. Much as I would love to claim the insanity and genius of these words, I cannot. I'm tempted to offer some sort of prize for whoever can tell me first who wrote this and where it came from. However, I really don't want to mess with some sort of international patent and copyright laws (god knows there's got to be some sort of ridiculous law that would allow the real author of the words to feed me to chickens or something, after all, medicinal marijuana is now a hell worthy trespass, much like eating meat on Fridays)...so, without further adieu (though I am damn good at it)...The man to first present the idea of rejecting the tyranny of socks is none other than...
...Mil Millington...brilliant, witty, sexy and too English for his own good...Author of two books (with a third underway, which I eagerly await), this particular line comes from Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About, though A Certain Chemistry offers some excellent prose as well...
...Kudos to me, I'm officially one of the saddest human beings on the planet...
...so, I'm re-reading Harry Potter in anticipation of book VI: Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and my trip to California. Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury...in defense of the previous statement made ("I'm officially one of the saddest human beings on the planet...") I present to you exhibit A...). At any rate, though I'm going to be 20 in September, I still love these books as much as I did when I first started to read them and dressed up to be Trelawney at Katie's sister's HP party in what...8th grade? 9th grade? I don't remember...
...I also saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith last night. Not as bad as Star Wars Episode 3: Return of the Sith (OK...seriously...if someone had just told him it was a dream and given him some xanax to help him sleep, the whole situation could have been avoided. FURTHERMORE, WTF was up with the Egyptian-God/Dog-like-thing that had a freakin' smoker's cough? How could anyone fear that thing? *mimicing Gen. Grevious* I'm going to kill you *hack hack* wait...let me hook myself up to my oxygen and I'll get back to your demise in 2 minutes, when I can breathe again hack hack* WAIT! Don't run! I can't chase after you as I drag my oxygen behind me!). Though not as good as Madagascar (Remember boys, cute and cuddly. NATURE'S ALL OVER ME. GET IT OFF ME! GET IT OFF ME!!).
...Audioslave has been in my car's CD player since I got it at the end of May. LOVE. Nothing but love for Audioslave...
And now I'm going to go stare into the sun...adieu!
(One of these day someone's going to get all of my obscure references and then the world will just EXPLODE!)
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*mimicing Gen. Grevious* I'm going to kill you *hack hack* wait...let me hook myself up to my oxygen and I'll get back to your demise in 2 minutes, when I can breathe again hack hack* WAIT! Don't run! I can't chase after you as I drag my oxygen behind me!
Ash, I really can't put my love for you into words. I haven't seen the movie, but despite a boring, apathetic, depressing day, this made me giggle with glee.
One of these day someone's going to get all of my obscure references and then the world will just EXPLODE!
Yeah, and I predict that day will be approximately a week after we move in.
Ash: Reject the --
Kat: Socks. Yeah. Millington. *while writing an essay*
Ash: *sulking* The only one --
Kat: Who knows what it is to burn. *flicks lighter in an absent salute*
Ash: You SO don't know what it is to burn!
Kat: *sets Ash on fire* But now you do.
Please note that that ash is not only crazy in a bad way (but not psycho crazy, just weird ideas crazy) but also that since she has arrived home in good old RETT LINE, PEE AYE she has had no life. repeat, NO LIFE. Thus leading to a 3000% increase in blogging. And therefore a 3000% increase in my reading blogging when it starts getting late and nothings open but bowling alleys, the 24 hour drive thru at McD's, and WalMart.
You can't mix and match Zocks though. Because Zocks rule, and they are SOOOO worthy to be worn in matches. I have like these 70s old lady dull colored flowered ones that absolutely ROCK and three of us on the team that were in the same lesson slot bought them. And even more awesomoe orange stripe/plaid ones. Obviously, the two together would be horrendous.
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