Mary Poppins is tired of piecrust promises.
This is a post dedicated to the word: perfunctory. because it’s such an elegant word. and aren’t we all hated for our elegance? hah.
dear burrito, you say! tsk, tsk..child’s play, i say: dear cherry pie, chardonnay, chocolate kisses, oily cheeseburgers, fried mushrooms, gin & tonic, red wine, newcastle, marshmallow valentine rose, thank you for being with me on valentine’s day. i love you all equally and abundantly.
perfunctory.
also: while we’re thanking people. thanks skanky drunk girls. thanks for always being there to make me look sober by comparison. i need you drunk slutty girls. without you, someone wiser, someone smarter (someone sober-er) might be thanking the world for that typical loud hot pants wearing drunk ass who thought she was a comedian/hip hop dance star all night.
keep on sleazin’ in 2009, youz bitcheZ, you hoeZ.
for real though, perfunctory. i think i mastered the aloof, perfunctory glance last night even under the heavy and coercive influence of alcohol beaucoup. i said, nope, if he is straight i will tempt him with my valentine’s sultry glance and if he is not tempted by said perfunctory glance, he must luva zee cock.
