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That's it! We're through!
Aug. 29th, 2006 10:47 pmYes folks, it is true. You heard it here first.
I'm done, we're through. I'm filing divorce. (Well... if I could).
You see, I have determined that my husband and I are just incompatible. Different mentalities. Different species.
You see. I am from Mars. He is from....
....from...
... oh dare I say it?
He is from planet Show Tune.
We have had a lovely evening tonight. After meeting with another couple who live up in Floral Park, and doing dinner at a nice Mexican restaurant, we returned home to a relaxing evening. After watching a few minutes of TV, we headed upstairs where my darling husband gave me a fantabulous full body massage. And what could be better than following a massage with a relaxing soak in the hottub?
Returning to the living room after my soak, I began flipping the channels to find something to finish off my transition into slumber. Where oh where is calm braindead television when you need it? Alas, Giles just happened to look at the TV long enough to see the dreaded plug. Ugh... it is so dreadful I just can't bear it
He wanted to watch Pirates of Penzance with Kevin Kline. Now don't get me wrong, back in his day I can think of several scripts that I would perform with Kevin Kline, and none of them really involve any dialogue. But the hokey 70's porn star hair... and the horrid costumes... and the perky-happy singing pirates... and more makeup than 80's New Wave bands. ICK! OK, perhaps I'm just not a very good fag, but I truly detest Gilbert & Sullivan. I am a graduate of the Anna Russell school of How to Write Your Own Gilbert of Sullivan. From the annoying heroine, to the pathetic tragic hero, to the bitchy chorus to the dancing, to the saluting the flag.
I guess this means that...
I am NOT the very model of a modern major fagola.
I watch these horrid movies, and it makes me want to gagola.
I'll laugh at comedies like Austin Powers with his shag-ola,
But Kevin Kline in pirate shirts is truly truly crapula.
Nuff said.
I'm done, we're through. I'm filing divorce. (Well... if I could).
You see, I have determined that my husband and I are just incompatible. Different mentalities. Different species.
You see. I am from Mars. He is from....
....from...
... oh dare I say it?
He is from planet Show Tune.
We have had a lovely evening tonight. After meeting with another couple who live up in Floral Park, and doing dinner at a nice Mexican restaurant, we returned home to a relaxing evening. After watching a few minutes of TV, we headed upstairs where my darling husband gave me a fantabulous full body massage. And what could be better than following a massage with a relaxing soak in the hottub?
Returning to the living room after my soak, I began flipping the channels to find something to finish off my transition into slumber. Where oh where is calm braindead television when you need it? Alas, Giles just happened to look at the TV long enough to see the dreaded plug. Ugh... it is so dreadful I just can't bear it
He wanted to watch Pirates of Penzance with Kevin Kline. Now don't get me wrong, back in his day I can think of several scripts that I would perform with Kevin Kline, and none of them really involve any dialogue. But the hokey 70's porn star hair... and the horrid costumes... and the perky-happy singing pirates... and more makeup than 80's New Wave bands. ICK! OK, perhaps I'm just not a very good fag, but I truly detest Gilbert & Sullivan. I am a graduate of the Anna Russell school of How to Write Your Own Gilbert of Sullivan. From the annoying heroine, to the pathetic tragic hero, to the bitchy chorus to the dancing, to the saluting the flag.
I guess this means that...
I am NOT the very model of a modern major fagola.
I watch these horrid movies, and it makes me want to gagola.
I'll laugh at comedies like Austin Powers with his shag-ola,
But Kevin Kline in pirate shirts is truly truly crapula.
Nuff said.
