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Apr 26, 2011 18:24

[there's a sign on the mess hall door today: "Now Serving Tuesday Vichyssoise." Come inside and you will indeed find pots of a lovely chilled puree... that doesn't look like it's made of potatoes]

. . . all the blenders, ruined.

((AND THEN I WAS SUDDENLY CALLED AWAY BY FAMILY. I'm sorry, I will pick up, please mingle!))

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burgercraving April 27 2011, 04:01:01 UTC
That sounds like an STD.

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boxbythebed April 27 2011, 04:04:01 UTC
You.

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burgercraving April 27 2011, 04:06:35 UTC
It's too late to have a change of heart, so why don't you bug off and apply another layer of concealer because your fake tan decided to wash off?

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boxbythebed April 27 2011, 04:08:50 UTC
Wow, okay, that's an over-reaction.

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burgercraving April 27 2011, 04:09:33 UTC
You set yourself up for it.

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boxbythebed April 27 2011, 04:10:59 UTC
By trying to speak with you?

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burgercraving April 27 2011, 04:12:06 UTC
There's no reason for you to speak to me. You made that clear last time we talked.

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boxbythebed April 27 2011, 04:13:42 UTC
I decided that we need to make an arrangement. So are you done being a cock about it?

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burgercraving April 27 2011, 04:14:36 UTC
... Go on.

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boxbythebed April 27 2011, 04:16:18 UTC
If I have a guest over, you're not allowed to be around.

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burgercraving April 27 2011, 04:18:00 UTC
Seriously?

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boxbythebed April 27 2011, 04:20:30 UTC
It's called privacy.

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burgercraving April 27 2011, 04:21:47 UTC
Okay, the last thing I wanna hear is you bumping and grinding with whatever you're calling a beard. Not interested, so I'll be out. But make it obvious.

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boxbythebed April 27 2011, 04:24:05 UTC
God, why are you so obsessed with me?

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burgercraving April 27 2011, 04:25:22 UTC
[sighs and glances away for a second]

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burgercraving April 27 2011, 04:28:53 UTC
Look, I get why it's hard. I'm there right now, as we speak, but Roxie had somethin' right. We're alike, and if you don't think I can see right through the badass I touch all the boys because I actually wanna touch all the girls thing, then fine. I don't blame you. But me? I'm not stupid. You saw it within seconds of meeting me, and you know what? It's because you were seeing something you couldn't handle. Maybe I don't have some freakish story where I got bitten by a radioactive cockroach or rode a meteoroid out to space, but what's there is the same.

There's no use hiding it. I can tell. Because you can play a cool customer until my lips come close, and you could snap my neck. It's obvious.

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