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Sunday, February 14, 2010
Love, That Old Double-Edged Sword
Aside from the sentiment of the attached note that says, "I love you because you are you me" (a sentiment chilling in its implication), it is actually five heart suckers, suckers meant for me to eat. Me, who just received the results of his latest blood work which clearly showed the looming onset of old-people's diabetes - enough of an indication to prompt my doctor, Young Doctor Wise, to prescribe a daily regimen of Metformin.
Right, the person who never lets the opportunity pass to remind me that I am grossly overweight and have to need a pill to make all of my repellent fat evaporate, lays five heart suckers at my fingertips, much like a beloved pet cat might present me with a dead rodent. Five (!) heart suckers made of sugar, sugar-water, and colored sugar, all stirred together with a sugar spoon over a sugar flame.
I hate these fucking holidays. Any of them. All of them.
As for love? Love will kill you, man.