I Procrastinate in Interesting Ways Sometimes...
Some highlights from my "Tidbits Return with a Revenge" folder:
"Can you go away yet?"
"Honey, I'm your fiancee."
"Yeah, and can you go away yet?"
“Since we can’t trust my brother to be discrete, we are all taking a break for half an hour. Move it!”
"What do you want of me?"
"Your soul might be a nice place to start."
"Okay, something is funda-fucking-mentally wrong here."
"Why was I totally expecting that?"
"Oh curb your sarcasm, boy."
"Go to hell!"
"Only if you're there with me."
Angry sex for the say wha-?
"It is absolutely ridiculous how much time you spend planning to get into my pants."
"Whatever it is you're thinking... stop it."
"WT-fucking-F?"
"Did you just say what the fucking fuck?"
"Yes, yes I did."
"So, you're not stupid?"
"Oh shut up."
"Please tell me we had a plan!"
"Not die."
"That's a shitty plan! Great goal, really, but it leaves something to be desired in the plan department."
"Are you drunk?"
"No, I'm caffeinated."
"In other words, how we were all fucked through song and dance."
"Hey, it's not my fault you fail at everything."
"Again with the *thank you.*"
"I'm sorry, I think the cliche just tried to kill me."
Two Thoughts: One, I really wish I remembered who some of these lines were supposed to be said by, and two, I seem to swear a lot more late at night, when most of these were written. Hn.
Now, I'm sure everyone was fascinated by this look into my brain/writing process, and I must now go finish my twelve page paper due tomorrow...
"Can you go away yet?"
"Honey, I'm your fiancee."
"Yeah, and can you go away yet?"
“Since we can’t trust my brother to be discrete, we are all taking a break for half an hour. Move it!”
"What do you want of me?"
"Your soul might be a nice place to start."
"Okay, something is funda-fucking-mentally wrong here."
"Why was I totally expecting that?"
"Oh curb your sarcasm, boy."
"Go to hell!"
"Only if you're there with me."
Angry sex for the say wha-?
"It is absolutely ridiculous how much time you spend planning to get into my pants."
"Whatever it is you're thinking... stop it."
"WT-fucking-F?"
"Did you just say what the fucking fuck?"
"Yes, yes I did."
"So, you're not stupid?"
"Oh shut up."
"Please tell me we had a plan!"
"Not die."
"That's a shitty plan! Great goal, really, but it leaves something to be desired in the plan department."
"Are you drunk?"
"No, I'm caffeinated."
"In other words, how we were all fucked through song and dance."
"Hey, it's not my fault you fail at everything."
"Again with the *thank you.*"
"I'm sorry, I think the cliche just tried to kill me."
Two Thoughts: One, I really wish I remembered who some of these lines were supposed to be said by, and two, I seem to swear a lot more late at night, when most of these were written. Hn.
Now, I'm sure everyone was fascinated by this look into my brain/writing process, and I must now go finish my twelve page paper due tomorrow...