BECAUSE WRITING IS JUST SO MUCH FUN.
So, I'm sitting here, minding my own damn business, and listening to the song 'Scarborough Fair', and the Schuldig of my backbrain pipes up.
Schu: This is stupid.
Me: O_o?
Schu: No, seriously, this woman is a total bitch.
Me: ...wtf?
Schu: So, she's going on about this guy who she hasn't seen in a while, right? And she's all like, make me a shirt! But it can't have any seams, and you're not allowed to use a needle. And then she's like, find me an acre of land, but it can't just be regular land. It has to be all sand. You can't get a square acre of land in between the ocean and regular ground! Hasn't this moron ever heard of 'high tide'?
Me: ...
Schu: *in a high, obnoxious falsetto* And then, when you get me all this stupid crap, and only then, will you be my true love. *drops falsetto* The fuck?
Me: ......
Schu: And what's with the random herbs? Do they even mean anything?
Me: -_-;;;
Schu: And she's dumping all of this shit on somebody else! She's expecting some random jackass who's going to Scarborough to find some guy who she won't name, and then expect the same random jackass to whine on and on about all this dumb shit she wants. Why the hell doesn't she just go herself, if she wants to bitch this guy out so badly.
Me: ...well, fuck, I didn't write the song. >_>;
Schu: *snerks* Obviously. I'm just complaining. It's stupid.
Me: *faintly* Well, it's kind of a classic. I mean, it's really old.
Schu: So? It's moronic. And you've had it on loop for a fucking hour.
Me: ...it's a folk song? And the vocalist is nice?
Schu: Just put Gravity Kills back on.
Me: *sniffs* Egotist.
The Schuldig of my backbrain is deeply irritated by other peoples' relationship problems. Of course, he has huge screaming ones too, but his are valid. Other peoples' are just a stupid lack of communication.
Schu: Well, it's not my fault that everyone is inept except me.
-_-