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But enough about me…

HANK: Luanne, sometimes life throws you a curve ball. Now there’s two ways you can deal with it. You can cry — and that’s the path you’ve chosen — or you can not cry.
LUANNE: How do you not cry?
HANK: Well, instead of letting it out, try holding it in. Every time you have a feeling, just stick it into a little pit inside your stomach and never let it out.
LUANNE (trying it): Are you supposed to have a pain under your rib?
HANK: Yes. That’s natural. The body doesn’t want to swallow its emotions. But now you go ahead and put that pain inside your stomach too.
LUANNE: I think it’s workin’, Uncle Hank. I feel sick, but not sad.

               — King of the Hill “Luanne’s Saga”

I’ve hardly been back 48 hours and I’m already bored stiff with my own whinging. Whinging. That’s Britspeak for “being a pussy.” AKA “big girl’s blouse.”

Okay, I don’t really get that one. Is it, like, “big girl’s blouse” or “big girl’s blouse“?

I do not know! Anyway, this moving thing has got me downer than down, but I’ll try not to be so much of a one. Big girl’s whatever. Must keep eyes on prize: a life of indolence and drunkenness undreamt-of since the ancient Boneless Empress of Upper Boozistan. Shhhh…don’t tell Uncle B!

Hey, how ’bout that Hillary Clinton?

sock it to me

January 9, 2008 — 11:52 pm
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