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| Tuesday, January 17, 2006 |
| all in my head. |
I think i was Cox in a past life, or at least wish i had his skill to make sassy, snappy remarks. Or maybe it's all in my head but i'm too polite to say anything. And if you're smart, you'll realize that he's got the biggest heart. he just knows that some people need to take the bitter pill in order to get better:
"Relationships don't work the way they do on television and in the movies: Will they, won't they, and then they finally do and they're happy forever -- gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren't right for each other to begin with, and half the ones that get married get divorced, anyway. And I'm telling you right now, through all this stuff, I have not become a cynic, I haven't. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies and, you know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don't care, 'cause I do...believe in it. Bottom line...is the couples that are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but, the big difference is, they don't let it take 'em down."
I am going to break you into a thousand pieces that even my grandmother who can finish a thousand piece puzzle in less than an hour of clear blue sky can't put you back together even if by some miracle she goes back in time when her eyesight was perfect.
Elliot: "Does this shade of red make me look like a clown?"
Cox: "No, it makes you look like a prostitute that caters exclusively to clowns."
"I know you and I have never really connected - maybe that's because you're relentlessly annoying, or maybe it's my fault because I can't tolerate relentlessly annoying people - I don't know."
Carla: "Are you just gonna roll over like that? Where's the outrage? The anger? The hate? You've gone soft."
Cox: "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present Man Not Caring."
"So what you're saying is you have a problem that is totally your problem but you'd like to find a way to make that problem my problem, but here's the problem, newbie, it ain't my problem."
Lemme ask you a quick question: are you trying to make my head explode? Because you have no idea just how frustrating it is working your ass off trying to inflate a tiny little balloon inside somebody's clogged artery when all that person has to do, really is - oh, I don't know - go for a walk in the morning or choke down a fresh green salad. And you come back here looking like that? And, I know here, I know I'm supposed to be Dr. Give-A-Crap, but you wanna hear the God's honest truth? And this is a fact: you are what you eat. And you clearly went out and devoured a big fat guy, didn't ya?
all in my head by shawn mullins |
posted by maldita @ 6:47 AM
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