July 2011
I’m Comic Sans, Asshole.
Listen up. I know the shit you’ve been saying behind my back. You think I’m stupid. You think I’m immature. You think I’m a malformed, pathetic excuse for a font. Well think again, nerdhole, because I’m Comic Sans, and I’m the best thing to happen to typography since Johannes fucking Gutenberg. You don’t like that your coworker used me on that note about stealing her yogurt from the break...
“You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you - the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it...
Child: Will you miss me when you are dead?
Father: We miss you already. I miss your feet when they were squares, and your mother misses your teeth and hair rubbing the skin where they would grow in. When you grow up and become an actuary, your father misses the astronaut he claims you always wanted to be. We miss you when you fall asleep, and when you refuse to take your nap, we miss you sleeping because your eyes are beautiful when shut. (Like egg-shell.) We missed you weeks before you were born and years after.
It’s your daddy’s fault you were the way you were, not mine. ‘Cause I loved you… lip smackin’ little junkie baby. Irritable and hyperactive, you was, just twitchin’ and spasms and convulsions. Your daddy blew smoke in your face to keep you quiet; you know that, mm hmm. I think it what damaged you, well don’t blame me, cuz. I breast fed you forever…...
And you could laugh, Sally. You could go to sleep and wake up and never have to think who likes and doesn’t like you. You could close your eyes and you wouldn’t have to worry what people said because you never belonged here anyway and nobody could make you sad and nobody would think you’re strange because you like to dream and dream. And no one could yell at you if they saw you...
“You still felt that life was passing you by?”
“Sort of. I still had this idea that there was a whole world of marvelous golden people somewhere, as far ahead of me as the seniors at Rye when I was in sixth grade; people who knew everything instinctively, who made their lives work out the way they wanted without even trying, who never had to make the best of a bad job because it...
Interviewer: Did you hear t.A.T.u's version of 'How Soon Is Now'?
Morrissey: Yes, it was magnificent. Absolutely. Again, I don't know much about them.
Interviewer: They're the teenage Russian lesbians.
Morrissey: Well, aren't we all?
“Have you felt it too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about...”
– The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand (via thechocolatebrigade)
