Thursday, 6 August 2009

Are you there God, it's me Sazzle

What the fuck are you up to? You are just fucking with us now right? Seriously, seriously, John Hughes? What the fuck did John Hughes ever do to you? (Apart from pen Baby's Day Out I mean). I guess this is some kind of retribution for me being all like 'well, yeah, but none of you freaks ever really knew Michael Jackson did you?' when the levels of sadness got a little too cloying (and they did God, let's not fuck around. People went nuts who'd never even met the guy. I mean, he was weird, he made great music, but it's not like everyones plastic surgery obsessed mother died is it? About 25-50 people had the right to freak out as much as they did. Everyone else needed to chill. The. Fuck. Out.) But I didn't even do that that much! I kept that thought in my own head, apart from saying it to Mat the hairdresser but there's only so many times Radio 1 can play Man in the Mirror whilst I'm getting my roots done before somebody makes a comment like that right? So it happened to be me, that doesn't mean you have to take my idol, my hero, the writer I worshipped beyond everything else does it? I make one stupid comment and this is how I'm punished. As Duckie would say, it's called a sense of humor - you should get one - they're nice.

For an omniscient being that I don't actually believe in I really hate you sometimes God. John Hughes was the bomb. You are not.

Yours sincerely,
Sazzalish

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