Henry’s review of the weekend, written entirely in facial expression.No tags for this post.
The “I’d Rather Be Doing Anything Else But Driving to Lancaster to see Pierce the Veil” frown.
I’m sure he’ll be fine once he gets to drink flat Amish root beer.
In other PTV news, Chooch drew this for Vic. He said he’s going to write “Vic, you’re the best singer” on it & I almost cried a little. <3
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This was taken in December 2011 at a Mexican restaurant a few months before my friend Kate suggested doing a Frown of the Day for Henry.
This is a special frown in that it is a PARTIAL. Look at that lip, it’s torn between mirth and disgust!No tags for this post.
This is Henry’s face while I listen to new Jonny Craig songs on my phone, holla.
However, he’s not even trying to put up a fight about going to see Jonny Craig in March*. Either he has lost his will to fight, is cheating on me, or is banking on Jonny OD’ing before then.
*OMG JONNY CRAIG IS COMING TO PITTSBURGH IN MARCH!!! I GET TO SEE JONNY THREE DAYS AFTER SEEING PIERCE THE VEIL, WHATTTTT!No tags for this post.
The “I Told You Not To Buy Him Mouse Trap for Xmas Because This Is The Worst Game Ever and You Two Assholes Totally Aren’t Going to Play By the Rules, Now Get That Camera Out of My Grill So I Can Finish Reading the Directions Because I Don’t Remember Way Back to 1970″ frown.
BONUS MARCY FROWN: The “Wait, This Fucking Game Doesn’t Come With a Real Mouse?” frown.
(Side note: I’ve never played this game by the rules before. Exciting!)
(Side-side note: I put my first piece on backwards and Henry the Professional Mouse Trap Engineer is berating me haha.)No tags for this post.
In between bands at the Dance Gavin Dance show and Henry’s ignoring me, so here’s a picture of him hating his life right now.
At least they’re playing the greatest hits of the 70s over the sound system for him.
P.S. I just asked, “What would you do if I grabbed a mic and proposed to you?”
“Leave,” he muttered without hesitating.
Well, shit.No tags for this post.
Today on the way to work, I hosted a dance party in the car to Xiu Xiu’s slaphappy hit song “Hi.” I encouraged Henry to join me in chest-popping, but he opted instead to frown while attempting to merge lanes. Then he tried to camouflage his frown with his lower-middle-class American meatfist, as if you guys don’t know by now what his unhappy mouth hole looks like.
Anyway, listening to that song over and over in the car made me super-pumped to come to work! I even yelled through my giggles, “HOW CAN YOU NOT BE HAPPY WHEN THIS SONG IS ON!?” which Henry replied with a twisted smirk of disapproval.
Today is good.
Tomorrow will be too, because I think I am going to listen to this song and “Call Me, Maybe” back-to-back for at least two hours.No tags for this post.
Henry and I took the day off today and while I’m sure he had grand visions of laying on the couch in his underwear all day, I planned his itinerary for him. Here, Henry is pictured frowning at the Jean Bonnet Tavern in Bedford, PA.
“You know, Henry, one day you’re going to wake up and realize you wasted your life being miserable,” I lectured.
“Yeah,” Chooch chimed in. “And having a girlfriend.”No tags for this post.