joie de vivre, pt. deux

As I walked to my car this morning after a very long night, I felt triumphant. I felt like Molly Ringwald at the end of Sixteen Candles... just without the Jake Ryan. Or Winona Ryder at the end of Heathers... just without the Martha Dumptruck.

Nahhh better yet, I felt like John Bender at the end of The Breakfast Club. Walking proud, fist in the air. Triumphant. Haha.

I'm glowing. This has been an amazing week.


I feel like I win when I lose!

A dialogue* between the male and female members of ABBA, as imagined by myself and my colleague, Mark Daniels:

BENNY: We never sing on the hits! Does Your Mother Know is it! It's always the girls!

BJÖRN: You cunts would be NOTHING without us!

AGNETHA: We DON'T need you!

BENNY: Yes you do! Otherwise you'd just be "Aaah"! Which doesn't sound good at all!

ABLABLA(?): "Buhhh" doesn't sound much better!

Ahhh... maybe this was funnier in the car last night on the way to the apartment.

*Translated from the original Swedish version.