Thursday, February 14, 2008

Holidays, Shmolidays

I didn't ask for sunshine, and I got World War Three...
Sex Pistols: Holidays in the Sun; 1978

Happy Valentine's Day, all you shiny, happy people holding hands and heading off to sparkling mountaintops and sunny beaches with your beloved this weekend.

Don't worry about the rest of us, the workaholics and mortgage-payers and family-obligated of the world; we'll just sit here pulling out our hair, chewing our nails to the quick, and toiling alone in the dark. The anarchy will still be going full-tilt when you get back.

(Grrr...somebody give me a large brick of dark chocolate, please. Quickly. I promise not to throw it at anything glassy or Chris Matthews-like.)

Also at Cogitamus.

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