May 2010
3 posts
‘Hi, im Benedict.’ ‘Like Benedict Arnold?’ ‘Non.’ Do you like Eggs Benedict? ‘Non.’ Can i call you Benedict Arnold? ‘Non, Its just Benedict.’ Me: D’accord, don’t get your French knickers in a twist. Benedict: I can’t tell if i hate you or love you. Me: Its ok Eggs, you don’t really have a choice in the matter....
You know on your birthday when you were younger, you would always hope for that super cool thing that you wanted but you somehow got something your parents thought you would like because your Aunts idiot kids like it, so you end up really dissapointed that everyone else really is stupid and that you are pretty much just a generic character in their story that is life. Well thats how i felt today...
I remember not so long ago when the ‘I’ key on my laptop stopped working for a day or two, I felt it to be a loss of epic porportions. It was like the whole world stopped and all I could think of was words I couldn’t type. Repeating them in my mind until they lost all meaning, throwing me into a whirlwind of self pity and devastation. After some time, I consoled myself with the reverent knowledge...