Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Internet spreads the love

Did I ever tell you about this Guitar guy I like? Well, there's this Guitar guy who plays guitar... and at first I went all high schooler, like:



...right. And then it went from high schooler Disney girl to



...which is only better because my very best Belgian friend Damien likes Bunton too.


So after this very hard strugling over not admiting I was in love, damnit! I eventually did. Only Guitar Guy kinda likes someone he happens to be dating (I know, what are the odds, right?). Now, I went through the Big Book of Social Behaviour and it seems like I'm not allowed to tell him things such as

  • I adore you.
  • I am infatuated with you.
  • I appreciate you.
  • I can't live without you.
  • I can't stop thinking about you when we're apart.
  • I cherish you.
  • I dream of you.
  • I live for our love.
  • I love being around you.
  • I need you by my side.
  • I need you.
  • I respect you.
  • I value you.
  • I want a lifetime with you.
  • I want you.
  • I worship you.
  • I yearn for you.
  • I'm a better person because of you.
  • I'm blessed to have you in my life.
  • I'm devoted to you.
  • I'm fond of you.
  • I'm lost without you.
  • I'm nothing without you.
  • I'm passionate about you.
  • I'm thankful for you.
  • My love is unconditional.
  • Our love is invaluable.
  • Take me, I'm yours.
  • The thought of you brings a smile to my face.
  • Together, forever.
  • We were meant to be together.
  • You are a blessing in disguise.
  • You are my crush.
  • You are my dear.
  • You are my everything.
  • You are my heart's desire.
  • You are my life.
  • You are my reason for living.
  • You are my strength.
  • You are my sunshine.
  • You are my treasure.
  • You are my world.
  • You are precious.
  • You are the light of my life.
  • You bring happiness to rainy days.
  • You bring joy to my life.
  • You cast a spell on me that can't be broken.
  • You complete me.
  • You drive me wild.
  • You fill me with desire.
  • You fill my heart.
  • You give me wings to fly.
  • You had me from hello.
  • You hold the key to my heart.
  • You inspire me.
  • You intoxicate me.
  • You lift me up to touch the sky.
  • You light my flame.
  • You light up my life.
  • You make me hot.
  • You make my heart skip a beat.
  • You make my world a better place.
  • You mean the world to me.
  • You motivate me.
  • You rock my world.
  • You seduce me.
  • You set my heart on fire.
  • You simply amaze me.
  • You stole my heart.
  • You sweeten my sour days.
  • You turn my world upside down.
  • You turn the darkness into light.
  • You're a dream come true.
  • You're a gem.
  • You're a twinkle in my eye.
  • You're absolutely wonderful.
  • You're all I want.
  • You're as beautiful as a sunset.
  • You're beautiful.
  • You're charming.
  • You're enchanting.
  • You're heavenly.
  • You're my angel.
  • You're my perfect match.
  • You're one in a million.
  • You're priceless.
  • You're sexy.
  • You're the apple of my eye.
  • You're the best.
  • You're the one for me.
  • You're the one I've always wished for

or any others things I could just as easily get from the Internet such as

  • If my heart were a baked potato, I'd serve it to you with extra butter and sour cream.
  • Your terrible personality isn't so terrible after a few drinks and even when I sober up, it's not as terrible as everyone says.
  • I'd shave my entire body with a dull, rusty razor blade and take a vinegar bath for you (or, not)
  • I am rubber, you are glue, any feelings you have for me bounce off and stick to you. Ironically, I feel the same way.
  • I saw you in the morning, on the toilet, and I didn't run screaming. So there.
  • Hug me. If you let go -- you lose.
  • You are to me what an eye patch and parrot is to a pirate.
  • You are the hole in my donut. (...does that mean I bit you?)
  • You are my personal parachute.
  • If you were a margarita, I'd drink you by the bucket. (and get very, very drunk)
  • I really like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like you.
  • I don't love you. I merely enjoy tolerating your existence immensely (a personnal favourite)
  • I'll still want to have sex with you even when you're old, fat, and ugly.
  • If you needed a kidney transplant, I'd also throw in a bonus lung.
  • The wet, fatty ball of muscle and sinew that pumps my thick, steaming blood to all of my internal organs starts to beat irregularly when you come into my line of sight.
  • You suck! So good.
  • If you were frozen in Carbonite and taken by bounty hunters, I'd gladly disguise myself, infiltrate a fortress of intergalactic gangsters, threaten them with a thermal detonator, and defrost you myself (Star Wars' always a winner)
  • This is the happily ever after part of the damn fairy tale, dig?
  • I'm not saying we shouldn't see other people. I'm just saying I'll chase whoever you see out of town with a nail-studded baseball bat.
  • You're such a fucking asshole! And so am I. Let's forgive each other, get drunk, and screw.
  • If I was smart, I'd follow you around like a puppy and never, ever crap in the corner.
  • I'd smoke five packs of you everyday and welcome each and every eventual tumor.
  • I'm a grown up and just face the facts that you're my security blanket.
  • You don't know it, but right here, right now, is the point in the musical montage part of the movie. Let's split a pretzel and go for a walk on the footbridge.
  • Look: you're the only one allowed in my bunker. So go get some batteries while I'll clean my shotgun.
  • You're my best and only naked friend.

But the Big Book of Social Behaviour tells me to shut up, so I will. Only that I won't, 'cause I LOVE YOU, YOU STUPID GUITAR GUY, love.

(Found on DA (where else?), quote from even ~meglar doesn't know who)
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1 comment:

  1. I hope this guys knows your website because he might be interested by this... there's a possibility this matter is somehow related to him in some kind of fashion... I might be wrong, though.

    And you have so much to tell me next time we meet!

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