the monkey manifesto: adventure

I thought that I was at a point where I had nothing to say anymore. As the days upon days upon weeks went by where I never posted... as each day went by I was more and more entrenched in the belief that I had nothing more to say.

But really, I guess all it just needed was a good punch in the chops... talking that is. As of late I seem to do nothing but talk, so I guess that's a good thing. It's probably healthier anyways. The less you talk the more withdrawn you become, and, concordantly, the more withdrawn you become the less you talk. It's a vicious cycle; a snake head eating the head on the opposite side...

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And now some good advice from A Bronx Tale (which is sampled into The Ataris' Your Boyfriend Sucks):

Sonny: Alright, listen to me. You pull up right where she lives, right? Before you get outta the car, you lock both doors. Then, get outta the car, you walk over to her. You bring her over to the car. Dig out the key, put it in the lock and open the door for her. Then you let her get in. Then you close the door. Then you walk around the back of the car and look through the rear window. If she doesn't reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in: dump her.

Calogero: Just like that?

Sonny: Listen to me, kid. If she doesn't reach over and lift up that button so that you can get in, that means she's a selfish broad and all you're seeing is the tip of the iceberg. You dump her and you dump her fast.