The Great BF Review / Once

Yes, I am a judgmental schmuck who does believe in fair play and is often facetious on the onset. To paraphrase Luci, I have no idea when to pull the brakes.

Yes, I am a judgmental schmuck who pour insults like shampoo and is too self aware of my faults to really care about what other people say.

Yes, I am a judgmental schmuck who may have a ton of insecurities but does not let that get in the way of a great below the belt jest.

And Yes, your boyfriend has the personality of dying yeast, soggy chalk and overcooked oatmeal.

Okay, so I know that there might be a chance that you are going to read this --- and that this entry might just dampen our already endangered friendship but the thing there is that I really think you are selling yourself short with this guy.

Now, I did learn something from college (besides how to create a rudimentary bong with a plastic bottle, a cheap pen case and a small piece of tinfoil) that lesson was never, ever meddle in the lives of your friends. I lost somebody I cared for that way and the lesson somehow (and I use this loosely) stuck.

So this is what I think about your new boy. Consider this as an unsolicited review. Pretty much when you are offering me unsolicited homoepathic cures (out of affection I am sure) and invitations to a variety of non-scientific/academic conferences.

***** - 5 being the highest

Personality - **
- Metaphors used : (besides the ones mentioned earlier)
- lacks texture.
- blank.
- Watching grass grow may prove to be more interesting as at least we get to wonder about the miracle of nature.
- Frozen asphalt has more character.

Appeal **
- ?!
- Was he really there?!

Overall : **
in summary : EPIC FAIL.

I am hoping that this guy has a lot of redeeming qualities and that we were just being exhausted jerk-wads who have no better use for our time than to shred somebody to pieces for the fun of it --- or maybe we are just too jaded and too overexposed to dynamic people hence other people appear to lack luster.

I gave the guy points for his nonchalance over what we thought. Points to him for not caring over the fact that we think he's wasting your time.

Now while we're on the confession thread, let me tell you why I am still pissed over you not showing up at the dinner invite.
Point 1. I rarely invite anybody for a meal even if my culinary skills are above average. Nope. Never have I offered to cook for anybody.
Point 2. You have nagged me time and time again to invite you to my house. When I finally did (complete with bells and whistles) you claim that you did some fantastical cosmic exercise that drained you of your energy.
'Scuse me. But didn't we use to work 15 hours straight taking calls from that idiot company? And managed to go out after?
HELP. ME. UNDERSTAND. HOW. THE. F. DID. THAT. WORK. OUT.

Okay, shallow griping over.

Man, your quasi-ex (whose name begins with a 'b') really bent and screwed you over huh?

Once is Not Enough

I bought a copy of the soundtrack of Once and I must say, I completely fell in love with the songs.

Listening to the CD is akin to rubbing your skin raw with rock salt and jumping into a vat of lemon juice.

It just hurts....so good.

..."I don't know you
but I want you
all the more for that
words fall through me
and always fool me
and I can't react
and games that never amount
to more than they're meant
will play themselves out
- Falling Slowly , Glen Hansard

Worth more than a thousand listens.