"I'm a dialogue snob. Dialogue is important to me."
"There is dialogue, just between the fatass humans of Earth."
"So?"
"Well so the dialogue-less portion is only like thirty minutes long."
"To be honest with you, that's thirty minutes too much."
When we went to the video store to pick up some slapstick comedies, we looked about for a few minutes before finding the Onion Movie. Seriously, there's a movie about the Onion, and nobody told me.
Side note: When I was thinking of financial or workforce options to pursue while schooling in New York (fingers crossed) I realized that I could push to get an internship at the Onion. Maybe if I held onto the internship for long enough, I could even get a job there. Long hours at school, long hours at work, and deadlines abound. What doesn't sound like a fantasy in that?
I explained to Jonney my endearment to the Onion and we took the movie home. Not only was it awesome and hilarious, but I got to spend a full hour wrapped in his Lake-tanned arms, resting my head on his surprisingly sublime chest. Sometimes I'll have moments where I snap out of myself and realize just how much I love this guy. Moments where my fluttery soul patters up the wall and looks down at this couple on a sage-colored couch. I'm really, truly glad I met Jonney. Yeah, okay, pack of separate blogs all kept by Diantha, I say that about a lot of people. But those people aren't like Jonney. They don't pick me up from school and tousle my hair.
So finally, I've found someone else who agrees that while Obama can't change the world, he can guide America back to its former glory, and someone who would lay in bed with me on Sunday mornings watching the cooking shows. Okay, world, now I just need some good vegetarian recipes.
1 comment:
I have given you rides home before.
Pretty sure I've played with your hair.
I am just like Jonney.
So um- Where's my bone?
Probably shouldn't mention me so blatantly. My mommy will read it and tell me about it.
LOLZ0RZ.
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