You rascal, what a question to lead off with. TO CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES, SEE THEM DRIVEN BEFORE YOU, AND

You rascal, what a question to lead off with. TO CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES, SEE THEM DRIVEN BEFORE YOU, AND HEAR THE LAMENTATIONS OF WHOEVER THE FUCK I FORGOT TO MURDER BECAUSE I’M AN EQUAL-OPPORTUNITY WARMONGER BABY. But really, this is the fundamental question, isn’t it? I feel like I should drape on a himation and stroke my beard and ask “my dear Phaedrus, what do you suppose is the goal of happiness?” but I’m still working on the beard so… maybe that is not the way to go. At this point in my life, though, I think my conception of happiness is something along the lines of, the ability to forget that things must come to an end. Which simultaneously speaks pretty well of how good I have it nowadays and also is kind of an unhappy definition of happiness? Well, TIME IS THE GREATEST ENEMY WE HAVE, AND THE SOONER YOU ACCEPT THAT, THE LONGER YOU’LL HAVE FOR BEING MISERABLE! :DSeeing as how you only have a limited amount of time anyway and it is ebbing away from you in inexorable linear fashion as it must for all humankind, why not waste more of it by reading the rest of this entry… As you may have observed with disdain, Mysterious Tennis Enthusiast Anon (WHY CAN’T I FIGURE OUT WHO YOU ARE), tennis stuff does tend to explode onto the blog in a manner that is proportional to the amount of tennis-related emotion that is exploding out of me! It’s all very messy and difficult to clean up afterwards. It’s just as well that the constant low-key dribbling of tennis-related emotion gets filtered out from making its way on here, since like 90% of the time it is just dumb hypothetical stories about Caro and SERENA being super married, Marat Safin getting aroused from bar fights, and Nole and Andy’s tumultuous For Fuck’s Sake We’ve Known Each Other Way Too Long roller coaster of love-hate. This is a sample of the kind of idiocy that doesn’t get posted:i hope he just barges into andy’s room and is like “it’s official! we’ve made it! we’ve had protesters storm our court in the middle of a final, just like roger and rafa!”and andy is like “…WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE” all lividnole is like “WE MADE IT ANDY!”andy is like “GET… OUT” This is about the cat, right? Sure– go ahead! Hahahahaha oh anon this question is a WORK OF ART. Somehow it’s phrased in exactly the way I imagine a Rafa fan would phrase it, unerringly polite and innocent but also very pointed in its evocation of guilt fjkld;hgldOn some level yes, I do feel bad, because Rafa is a real-life actual shounen hero and no amount of love is ever enough to lay at his feet. But on the other hand, Rafa is adored by so many – and with such purity of heart, at that – so I’m like, it’s not the end of the world if I root against him sometimes, right? Literally every single time I have mentioned to a friend irl that I enjoy watching tennis, their response has been “WHO’S YOUR FAVORITE, IS IT NADAL?” and then I have to go on a long boring complicated spiel about Novak Djokovic’s heart problems and by the end of it the friend is confused and I’m embarrassed, so no one wins and somehow it’s all Rafa’s fault for being so popular! HE’S SO POPULAR. AND SO CUTE. GODDAMMIT RAFA. WAIT. OKAY. LISTEN. The character balance got waaaay out of whack on this blog and I admit that there is a great deal of Courfeyrac going on but ISN’T THAT JUST BECAUSE HE’S A NOSY FUCK WHO WON’T STAY OUT OF EVERYONE’S BUSINESS– right, but I mean, hear me out, I… I can neither confirm nor deny your accusation, but… just a second… hold on… the important thing is, I will always think of Les Amis as an ensemble comedy that requires all of its constituent parts to function! In some sense, talking about favorites out loud makes me feel like I’m betraying that longing for community, so I try not to do it (even though technically, I guess I’ve done it before… crap). WAIT AM I UNDER OATH? IS THIS A POLYGRAPH TEST? KEVIN, MY FAVORITE AMI IS KEVIN -- source link

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