January 2012
“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”
—Tyler Durden, Fight Club
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Reading MorMor fics...
The Riding Crop
LET’S START WITH IT.
As if having a riding crop in the house wasn’t already suspect enough.
We found a new use for it.
HITTING THE DOG
He doesn’t mind.
No, seriously.
The dog likes it.
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TODAY as represented by Andrew Scott's perfect little face.
Alright well first off, I actually SLEPT today.
Granted… I didn’t actually go to bed till…
Uhm… I think, like… 6:30am?
POINT IS I WENT TO BED.
But it was short lived.
Because the phone started ringing around 10.
I’m not really allowed to answer the phone.
Why?
Because I hate talking on the phone.
And I am NEVER pleasant.
But the shit kept ringing… so I got up…
Go to answer it…
N O T H I N G
No one.
Called like 3 times!
I kept letting it go.
I FINALLY get up there and IT’S DIALTONE.
So I’m like ‘okay, whatever..’
‘Fuck this.’
At least it got me up, right?
No harm there.
I didn’t sleep my whole day away.
No biggy.
LET’S HAVE SOME BREAKFAST.
Because that’s what normal people do, right?
Wake up. Eat breakfast.
So breakfast was had.
And it was delish.
Then I had to go out and do some errands.
Surprisingly, it’s not FUCKING FREEZING outside.
So I really didn’t even need to suit up like I was going out to the Alaskan pipeline or something… but I was warm and toasty.
I had my headphones on and everything was wonderful and good and full of music!
That is…
Until I walked over a patch of ice, slipped, fell, and landed on my ass.
Kinda sorta really hoping no one saw that…
Just gunna… y’know…
Walk away and pretend that didn’t even happen.
When I got home, Holly was there.
…
Great.
Not that I hate her or anything… I just… REALLY don’t like her as a person.
Teenagers, y’know?
Amirite?
She just keeps talking.. and talking..
And TALKING.
About NOTHING.
NOTHING AT ALL.
Just… her day… like I care or something.
Cause I don’t.
I really don’t.
Never did get how people could just… talk… for like, no reason.
There’s no conversation going on.
But they just open their mouth anyway.
And talk about shit that had really nothing at all to do with you.
But they still expect you to respond to them?
Her mother does it too.
Only… more unbearable.
I mean, look at this, this is boring.
If I were to just go about, yammering on about my day.
No one would care.
So, see what I did?
I put in pretty little picture to keep you entertained.
TO ANIMATE MY BORING STORY.
And you like it.
See? See what I did there?
- ♥: "You're quiet."
- ✗: "Thinking."
- ♥: "Stop it."
- ✗: "I'm just glad I'm not the only one."
- ♥: "Only one, what?"
- ✗: "That gets pissed off at stupid people. You do it too."
- ♥: "I've had mental breakdowns over the mass stupidity of others."
- ✗: "Exactly."
- ♥: "We should kill them."
- ✗: "Alright."
- ♥: "You do it."
- ✗: "You said 'we' "
- ♥: "Yeah, but you're my muscle. I'm not very intimidating."
- ✗: "You are kinda small."
- ♥: "Exactly. Besides, you like all that stuff anyway."
- ✗: "So if I do all the killing, what are you going to do?"
- ♥: "Manage."
- ✗: "You're going to manage... murder..?"
- ♥: "Problem..?"
- ✗: "How does that work?"
- ♥: "See? Precisely why I manage."
- ✗: "..what?"
- ♥: "I tell you what to kill, and you do it, deal?"
- ✗: "Works for me."
You silly bitch, get on AIM. We have matters to discuss. DO IT.
D:
Jim. Stoppit.
Just… just stoppit.
WE CAN’T KEEP MEETING UP LIKE THIS.
PEOPLE MIGHT TALK! xD
y’know ilu bb <3
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