Wednesday 20 April 2011

They storm the crease like bumblebees.

The thing about hate is that's it's just so exhausting, and these days I'm plenty tired from the insomnia to need any supplement to my sleeplessness. That there are things I hate is inevitable--human nature simply dictates it, you see--but I try really hard not to think about those things, especially since I've been told that when I think about those things my eyes start a-rolling and suddenly my list of friends is two shorter from a moment ago. No, I get no pleasure from hate, but you know who does? My co-worker. He hates the Pittsburgh Penguins SO MUCH he'll sit in my office for hours at a time, spitting vim and vitriol until the tips of his ears and fingers both turn hot pink with unadulterated glee. Sometimes I wish I could hate like that. Mostly, I just hate that I can't each nachos on the beach every god-damned day.

9 comments:

Heather Anne Hogan said...

That photo. Did you take it in heaven?

Jennie said...

Eating nachos on the beach = heaven, yes.

eclectic said...

Eating nachos, period = heaven, methinks.

However, eating nachos on the beach? Yeah, that transcends heaven... especially if there be a very cold beer somewhere close to hand.

(Also, if I had lovely legs like yours, it wouldn't ruin my day, just sayin'.)

mysterygirl! said...

Beach nachos?? My mind is officially blown.

Ashley said...

Are those nachos in a basket!?

kat said...

actually, if i remember correctly, they were served in those asian bamboo steamer trays.

Ashley said...

Asian nachos? Huh.

kat said...

well, puerto rican nachos. technically.

A Fuss said...

Man those nachos look good! Now I'm hungry. Damn it.