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Brain, I love you. No, really. We've had our battles: you're really good at sabotaging my sleep and really bad at navigating writer's block. And I know that you and my heart can only communicate through a neutral mediator. But--since the subject of movie scores came up yesterday--if I could dedicate a song to you right now, it would be the Superman theme. Just because you're such a superior model to the majority of others I encounter day after day after night after day, I'm half-convinced you're some kind of mutation. If so, I worship the gamma rays or toxic waste that came in contact with you.

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glamoursnipe
Feb. 6th, 2013 06:00 pm (UTC)
Long as they stay in their shell. But then, I've seen plenty of women in skirts so short and undies so flimsy you can see right up to their brains. Free anatomy lesson? Who am I to complain? ;)
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glamoursnipe
Feb. 6th, 2013 07:37 pm (UTC)
:lol: Let's do it!

(And I've never had a problem with sluts or slutwear, either. Between that and burkas, I'll take the former every time.)
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glamoursnipe
Feb. 7th, 2013 12:51 am (UTC)
Dude, sometimes I can write like a house afire, but if I were drawing for shit, I wouldn't get a whiff.

Also...re. the link... :shakes my head: Is the world secretly competing in some stupid-waste-of-time playoffs?
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glamoursnipe
Feb. 7th, 2013 05:38 pm (UTC)
It reminds me of when John Ashcroft had the naked breast on the Lady Justice statue covered up.

That is precisely, no joke, what leapt into my mind, too. GMTA and all that.
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