The Last Apology. Well, that’s a lie too. But, as of today, the Last Apology. I apologize for all of us for being such a bunch of drama queen wimpy geeks. Man are we the biggest group of whiny jerks you have ever seen? Yes, especially me. But especially all of you too. Sure, now you’ll whine that I got to be a big crybaby for a week and it is not fair that you don’t get to whine now. True. So go whine it out. But I ain‘t paying attention.
So here it is, not a WYFP thread. This is a Whiny Ass Titty Baby thread. And yes, you can whine about the phrase "Whiny Ass Titty Baby" if you want too. Just remember -- it‘s great to be a Florida Gator. More.
Yes, this is a shitty diary. Yes I have been writing shit for months now. But you know what? All of you eat shit because my good stuff does not get attention here (I cross post it at Talk Left usually) And YES, I am a WHINY ASS TITTY BABY. So Kiss My Whiny Ass.
Anyway, on flights, I get sappy. I write this flying from NYC to Puerto Rico.
I was watching a Ridley Scott directed movie starring Russell Crowe, called "A Good Year." The plot is essentially that Crowe’s character is the English version of a Master of the Universe (I’m Fucking Forty, Bonfire of the Vanities assholes) who inherits his English uncle’s chateau in Provence. Yes the predictable romantic sappy storyline - Crowe gets soaked in, as his character’s friend puts it - "eau de French Girl" and chucks it all to "eat, drink and shag." Sure to get old says his friend. Right.
Anyway, the line I really liked was "My lips enjoy placing themselves in unusual places." Sounds just raunchy I know, but it was supremely romantic when I heard it. But what the fuck do I know.
Anyway, fuck it, I am not apologizing. And yes this diary has a point - Life is too fucking short. Peace.