Oysters and Babies and Ice Cream, oh my!
Just had to write down two famous Andreas quotes.
"It's like eating an oyster, over and over" - I'm just not going to explain that one. But the second one was as a result of discussing why Heather, in Silent Hill III, buries her face in her father's lap even though his body has been turned to mincemeat by this monster. Now There's love, and there's just plain icky. ( No relation to everyone's favorite Stockholm sushibar "Ikki") Andreas two cents on the rubbing face in blood thing (and yet staying surprisingly clean) were:
"But aren't you women used to that? It's called mensturbating."
And no, it was not intentional.
Dan called me just before I set off to work this morning. He'd seen his ex by chance.In the normal case, I would have made a cup of tea, curled up in the couch and stroked the person in question's forehead. Shit. meeting one's ex can be TRULY traumatic. You're not only seeing your former girlfreind/boyfreind, you're also seeing a former you walking past. Except still with that eightees poodlerock thing that didn't help you back then and sure as hell ain't sparing you the crotch kicks now.
Anyways, in a normal case, I would be, you know, sensitive-like. Flowers and shit. When it comes to Dan, however, nothing helps. No matter what you do.
You'll be like "Ice Cream..?" and he'll be like
"No! NO! You're all out to get me. ALL of you!"
"Even the itty bitty babies?"
"ALL!!"
To quote a great man - it's like eating an oyster, over again and over.
"It's like eating an oyster, over and over" - I'm just not going to explain that one. But the second one was as a result of discussing why Heather, in Silent Hill III, buries her face in her father's lap even though his body has been turned to mincemeat by this monster. Now There's love, and there's just plain icky. ( No relation to everyone's favorite Stockholm sushibar "Ikki") Andreas two cents on the rubbing face in blood thing (and yet staying surprisingly clean) were:
"But aren't you women used to that? It's called mensturbating."
And no, it was not intentional.
Dan called me just before I set off to work this morning. He'd seen his ex by chance.In the normal case, I would have made a cup of tea, curled up in the couch and stroked the person in question's forehead. Shit. meeting one's ex can be TRULY traumatic. You're not only seeing your former girlfreind/boyfreind, you're also seeing a former you walking past. Except still with that eightees poodlerock thing that didn't help you back then and sure as hell ain't sparing you the crotch kicks now.
Anyways, in a normal case, I would be, you know, sensitive-like. Flowers and shit. When it comes to Dan, however, nothing helps. No matter what you do.
You'll be like "Ice Cream..?" and he'll be like
"No! NO! You're all out to get me. ALL of you!"
"Even the itty bitty babies?"
"ALL!!"
To quote a great man - it's like eating an oyster, over again and over.
