Mar 23 2011
My Sick, Musically Incompatible Boyfriend
Henry is sick now. And when Henry is sick, it’s all, “Just leave me alone! I need to rest!” and then he barricades himself in the bedroom and leaves the rest of us incompetent beings to stumble repeatedly into the wall like dying wind-up toys.
He came home from work early yesterday with preconceived notions of “resting,” but too bad I was having major blog issues (it was basically BROKEN-DOWN).
“Get down here and fix this!” I yelled up to him. “You can rest when you’re done.” And I said it in such a way that sent ice-cold claws grating down his back, so even though he acted all haughty when he stomped down the stairs, it was obvious that his manhood was cowering underneath his feverish flesh.
It’s sort of better now, back to its original jacked-up state, at least. My blog, not Henry. Last I bothered to check, he was still a suffering mess of chills and aches.
He better get stoked though, because tonight is the Dance Gavin Dance show, which I had scheduled off work for two months in advance. He was nasally complaining about this yesterday, because not only is he sick, but he absolutely abhors Dance Gavin Dance.
“This is so unfair how you do this to me,” he bitched in a way that immediately lopped two inches off his dick measurement.
“I’m going to wait until you’re sick and then make you go see someone you hate.”
“Go ahead,” I taunted, knowing this threat will never come to fruition because it involves spending money which Henry doesn’t enjoy doing unless it’s on bottles of Mountain Dew, computer parts and socks.
“Katy Perry!” he yelled, practically clapping his hands in delight. “I’m making you go see Katy Perry.
Front row seats.”
I couldn’t stop laughing at the ridiculousness of this. Erin Rachelle Kelly at a Katy Perry “concert.”
“That’s fine,” I played along. “I’ll start a fight and get kicked out.”
“Ooh, Katy Perry and PINK!” Henry went on, dreaming up some stupid scenario in his stupid head. “A night of positivity.” (I’m constantly ranting about how I hate Pink because she’s so fucking positive. Just what women need, more anthems.)
My luck, they’ll probably be on tour together this summer and Henry will win tickets from whatever pathetic radio station he guiltily listens to when I’m not in the car with him.
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Personally, I love Pink. She has an awesome voice. Therefore, I pledge to conspire with Henry and get you to a PINK concert. This is going to be fun!!
Oh yes, I can see it now you and Evonne swaying back and forth to Pink tunes. Awesome!
All we need now is a Guns n Roses reunion and front row seats, so Axl can sling sweat on you while he blares out paradise city!
You’re retarded.