PULPO PAUL, ADIOS

I'm bringing out the balloons and party hats and hosting a party!

Twitter conversation regarding Paul:

Me: Whoah,paul the octopus is dead...yehy! Bwahaha. #paul #octopus #worldcup
Me again: i'm reading a lot of ridiculously funny obituaries about paul the now-dead octopus.
Friend: @me "paul-the-now-dead-octopus" haha
Me: @friend i hate that octopus yan. he's better off dead before i hunt him down. and eat him. slowly and painfully. raw. hahahha..JK
Friend: hahaha that's a lot of hatred right there! haha pero bitaw, samok kaayo to nga octopus ba. maayo ra namatay hehe
Me: mao jud. annoying predictor. makasira sa excitement
Me: So long, Paul...The ink will run dry on this obituary,& within your own body, long before the jokes do-Goal.com. LMAO. #paul #dead #octopus

Yeah, he's THAT ugly.

Miss Whoever You Are

You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are?  You're chicken, you've got no guts.  You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness."  You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you're terrified somebody's going to stick you in a cage.  Well, baby, you're already in that cage.  You built it yourself.  And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somaliland.  It's wherever you go.  Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
-Paul Varjak to Holly Golightly