“Last Straw” Jack’s Mannequin

I heard that you went out last night
And you looked beautiful just like a bat
Beneath the moonlight
I stayed home took a Vicodin…
Sometimes it’s all that I can do
When I think about the president
How did he become the president?
And I stayed awake for a day or two
I thought about the world
Drank gin and watched the news
And there are some things I’ll never understand
Why the country needs a God
And a woman needs a man

And you never write me letters
And you never sent my sweaters
So I could stay warm when I was without you
Without you I don’t sleep
Just dream…

And I scratch these words into a black notebook
I wrote your name on top- I knew you’d never look
I tried my best to fight the atmosphere
To think the happy thoughts
That leave the phone lines clear
I see Arizona stars from here
But Peter Pan is miles away

And you never write me letters
And you never sent my sweaters
So I could stay warm when I was without you
Without you I don’t have…
A place that’s safe from all the monsters
That hide in my head and sing me to sleep
This is the last straw…

This is the last straw, she said,
And I won’t wait for you forever
While you run around like JFK
You watched that poor girl
Waste the best years of her life
And I’ll be damned if I am going out
I will not go out that way!

And you never write me letters
And you never sent my sweaters
So you could stay warm when I was gone
Without you I don’t have…
A place that’s safe from all the monsters
That hide in my head and keep me ’til dawn
And I think this is the last straw.

End of the Series and End of the Season

Let’s talk, for a second, about the fact that Joss Whedon is simultaneously a genius and a complete twat. Okay?

Victor playing Topher? He did that even better than he did last time- that actor is a fucking miracle worker. I want to see more things he’s been in.

Boyd… THE FUCK?! I’m so confused/angry I can’t even use the word “what” properly. That is the biggest plot twist Joss has thrown at us. I can’t quite come to terms with it yet. I loved Boyd. I truly did. Making him the Big Bad? Terrible and beautiful. Only Joss and his team of writers can pull that off.

Also, can I honestly say that I can’t be happier that Mellie is dead? Because that was almost the highlight of my weekend.

The actual highlight, of course, was the Jets beating the Chargers. Fucking San Diego (Spanish for “Whale’s Vagina”) took my division, so there was no way in HELL I was hoping for them to get to the Super Bowl. Thus, when the Jets pulled a miracle game outta their asses… and, by that, I mean San Diego fucking screwed themselves over (look at their plays and turnovers- it’s true)… well, I was a happy panda.

I have the Saints over the Vikings next week (no way Minnesota can win that one- sorry, Favre) and Indy over the Jets (naturally- can’t get two miracles in a row). And it’s the Saints over Indy in the Super Bowl. They’re two good teams, but I think the Saints are more flexible. Period.

Bitch if you will, those are my calls- wasn’t gonna put them here, but I’m drunk and have football on the brain.