To counter the previous "deep" thought, here's what Mil Millington thinks:
For men, true love is tacit. Mindless sexual hunger buys you quirky little gifts and leaves funny messages on your answering machine and can't get over how beautiful you look in that dress. But, when love kicks in, the meaningless noise of sexual display stops and a silent, tranquil and deep spiritual calm settles upon us. Your partner lying on the sofa watching TV all evening and not having said more than a dozen sentences to you since last Tuesday is his way of demonstrating he loves you without doubts and is in it for the long haul. We 'just know' that this is love and, frankly, are quite hurt if you're so shallow and drawn to shiny objects that you don't 'just know' it too. An important corollary to this truth is that if your, formally long-torpid, partner starts once again buying flowers and giving you spontaneous, non sequitur hugs in the kitchen then it doesn't indicate that his love for you has suddenly got a second wind. It indicates he's sleeping with Debbie from Accounts.
I like Mil.
I had a rather strange experience today - I was walking down the street with a friend, and up ahead, we see someone crash to the ground. My friend's first thought, she later said, was that some homeless person had literally been thrown out of an establishment. My first thought was that some homeless person was drunk/on drugs, and this could be bad news. Imagine our surprise when, upon inspection, this is not a homeless person at all, but a little old asian lady. I helped her to her feet, and then caught her as she started to pitch backwards again. She was so small and light, it was amazing. She seemed ok though, which is incredible, considering how many elderly people break hips, etc, like nobody's business - this woman hit the pavement hard and seemed totally fine. She indicated that she lived in the building we were next to. Indeed, a little old asian man was coming down the stairs worriedly. But he didn't have his keys, so he was helplessly holding the door open and reaching out to her. I helped her up the stairs - she was so tiny, I was really tempted to carry her up, but I thought it might frighten her - and the old man said, in rather broken English, "I tell her to be careful, and she says, 'Oh, I'm fine, don't worry'"
It was very strange.
For men, true love is tacit. Mindless sexual hunger buys you quirky little gifts and leaves funny messages on your answering machine and can't get over how beautiful you look in that dress. But, when love kicks in, the meaningless noise of sexual display stops and a silent, tranquil and deep spiritual calm settles upon us. Your partner lying on the sofa watching TV all evening and not having said more than a dozen sentences to you since last Tuesday is his way of demonstrating he loves you without doubts and is in it for the long haul. We 'just know' that this is love and, frankly, are quite hurt if you're so shallow and drawn to shiny objects that you don't 'just know' it too. An important corollary to this truth is that if your, formally long-torpid, partner starts once again buying flowers and giving you spontaneous, non sequitur hugs in the kitchen then it doesn't indicate that his love for you has suddenly got a second wind. It indicates he's sleeping with Debbie from Accounts.
I like Mil.
I had a rather strange experience today - I was walking down the street with a friend, and up ahead, we see someone crash to the ground. My friend's first thought, she later said, was that some homeless person had literally been thrown out of an establishment. My first thought was that some homeless person was drunk/on drugs, and this could be bad news. Imagine our surprise when, upon inspection, this is not a homeless person at all, but a little old asian lady. I helped her to her feet, and then caught her as she started to pitch backwards again. She was so small and light, it was amazing. She seemed ok though, which is incredible, considering how many elderly people break hips, etc, like nobody's business - this woman hit the pavement hard and seemed totally fine. She indicated that she lived in the building we were next to. Indeed, a little old asian man was coming down the stairs worriedly. But he didn't have his keys, so he was helplessly holding the door open and reaching out to her. I helped her up the stairs - she was so tiny, I was really tempted to carry her up, but I thought it might frighten her - and the old man said, in rather broken English, "I tell her to be careful, and she says, 'Oh, I'm fine, don't worry'"
It was very strange.
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oh yeah i remember that!
yeah it was a wierd time, if you know what i mean. sorry if i was all wierd and full of bitchiness at the time.
my god im retarted! whatshisface always talked about you.
ive heard youre some sort of awsomeness!
and with that cube 2 thing- im gonna rent it tomorrow. ill report back as soon as im done.