Can anyone explain why I've had goddamn Tears For Fears constantly running through my head for the past two weeks?
And if anyone says fucking Donnie Darko I will find the old workroom of HG Wells (I don't care what anyone says, The Time Machine is totally autobiographical), steal his time machine, traverse to your father's thirteenth birthday and castrate him, so that way neither you nor your comment will exist via the most commonly-accepted theories regarding the space-time continuum. Predestination paradox, bitches.
(Let it be known that I have no ill feelings towards Donnie Darko, other than the fact that I was at a bar about a month ago that happened to have two movies playing, one of which was Donnie Darko, and the second was a movie whose title I couldn't remember, so I asked like every single person in the bar, "Hey, what movie is that? The one that is not Donnie Darko?" and pointed to the television that was not playing Donnie Darko, and every single fucking person told me it was goddamn Donnie Darko. I was about ready to go all fucking Donnie Darko on everyone.)