eyelid life

[methrowrock]

My week is complete because of Ron fucking Swanson. Okay, who am I kidding? Not just him! Forty minutes of Parks and Recreation have left me in a tizzy today. The moon is a sugar-filled doughnut, maple syrup is psychedelic golden sunshine on waffles, shadows are hereby replaced by rainbow simulacra. I cannot believe that a fictional show (no! these people must be real. I NEED to meet them. And be friends with them, so that they can turn my friz-own upside dizzidy.) can fill me with such an extent of feelings. Happy feelings, peaceful feelings, squawky feelings. Whatever the permutations of relationships, you betcha I would scramble on-board and hang on for dear life. Leslie-Ben deserves a natural squeal-out, and the unlikeliest and sweetest BFFs Leslie-Ann, and the unbearably adorable April-Andy, and the rarely seen Tom-Ron, and the surprising Donna-Jerry, oh we could go on and on. Maybe it's the freewheeling strumming and gentle snares of Adam & Naive, or the throaty husky Adele engaging my every faculty, but my heart is so full of love, for P&R, for people, for life. Ba ba boey. There is no need for Snork Juice, when you got NBC on Thursday nights. Okay, mine is a more indirect channel than that, but you get the drift. It would be four months of torture when June rolls around. And oh, so much for good karma, my brother has no need for my laptop. Goodbye good cap. But goodness gracious, I bear no grudge towards one and all tonight. Such a beautiful naight. Good naight.