Ten People

So since I have nothing to bitch about, my writing is suffering.  I went to the prompt website that I found and it gave me this: "10 people no longer living I would love to have met (and why)".  It didn't seem interesting at first, but my husband is in here and we're batting around ideas and having stupid conversations about them.

I said I wanted to meet Hitler, just so I could kick him in the balls.  That would be the least I could do.  Maybe tell him his artwork sucks.  Maybe tell him his mustache is ugly.

I really hate that dude.

Another suggestion was Henry VIII.  This turned into a five minute discussion about why there were no more British kings named Henry.  I figured that it has something to do with the fact that none of the people in the line of succession were named Henry.  Oh, and the whole stigma of the name.  Being named after a fat horny king who had a penchant for murdering his wives is probably a bad decision (even though he only murdered two, but history is a fickle and forgetful bitch).

My husband suggested Columbus, so we could tell him he was going the wrong way.  Oh, and to also call him an asshole.  How does one say that in Italian?  Or are we just assuming that if we were to meet these people, we would speak their languages already?  Details suck.

I also said I wanted to meet Jesus, so I could tell him that the movement he started would be a terrible idea in 2013, mainly because some people like to ruin good things for others.  I'd probably also tell him how 'Murica thinks he had blond hair and blue eyes, because White people.

Cleopatra was another name that came up, and yet another person ruined by bullshit history.  I would love to have seen how she ruled Egypt, because fuck men.  Well wait, I guess she did fuck men, but she made damned sure she screwed the most powerful men at the time.  RAWK.

My husband is ignoring me now, so it's all on me to finish this without his input.  That's okay.  He sucks.

Van Gogh.  Or not.  His genius might be ruined by my pseudo-psychiatric help, and I really need his paintings.  Art is suffering or whatever.

Edgar Allan Poe so I could drink with him.  Duh.  I need more drinking partners.

And this is where I cut off, because I can't blog anymore.  I'm too damned tired.  Fucking age creeping up on me.

Shit, if this keeps happening, I may meet these people sooner or later on the other side. /drama