My life is absurd
So, what’d you do this weekend, Zoe?
“Well, first I made my beautiful girlfriend scrambled eggs, then the Glee Club of a mythical school helped me lead a singalong aboard a replica steam ship of a song from the 1920’s, then we had a canoe boat race, then we drank an enormous amount of wine, then we boarded a terrifying amusement park ride which I suggested we pretend is a time machine, then there was a brief, spontaneous dance party in the queue for some reason.”
And you imagine that this is appropriate behavior for a high-functioning adult somehow?
Trying to troll Stephen Fry is like trying to lick the back of your own head; you’re impossibly daft for making the attempt and look equally absurd doing so.
And his middle name will be Galifrey.
End of Line. The final night of ElecTRONica. Not okay with it being over.
The last time that the Programs and Sirens performed this particular dance number. ElecTronica ended only yesterday and already I mourn its passing.
“Alright, so the vast majority of your tax return went into your savings, but surely you bought yourself a little something?” Of course. I bought myself the same thing every red-blooded American male wants: a hand-crafted Italian fruit basket!
My Ali Miller tea set has finally arrived, you guys! Would anyone care to share a pot of loose leaf while amiably discussing each others’ imminent demise?
National Fish Fingers and Custard Day!… Really not bad, actually. And works much better than HP Sauce, which I had on hand as a back-up. Alons-y!
