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Kaylie: Y HALO THAR, INSOMNIA! IT HAS BEEN EVER SO LONG SINCE WE LAST MET!
Insomnia: Don't you know, Kaylie? I will never leave you.
Kaylie: Fuck.
An RL conversation with my maternal grandmother:
Mema: Do you cook?
Me: No, I don't really enjoy it.
Mema: Cooking is the way to a man's heart, you know.
Me: I'm not really concerned with that.
Mema: You mean you aren't worried about it at the moment.
Me: Sure. Let's say that.
Mema: The right man will come along someday.
Me: (silently) Yeah, and I'll bet he'll have a great pair of breasts, too.
If that's the worst I have to deal with in my whole life then I can't much complain, but it is annoying.
Y'know, she's getting senile enough that I'm tempted to just tell her, and see if she remembers past lunch. Too much potential for drama, though.
Insomnia: Don't you know, Kaylie? I will never leave you.
Kaylie: Fuck.
An RL conversation with my maternal grandmother:
Mema: Do you cook?
Me: No, I don't really enjoy it.
Mema: Cooking is the way to a man's heart, you know.
Me: I'm not really concerned with that.
Mema: You mean you aren't worried about it at the moment.
Me: Sure. Let's say that.
Mema: The right man will come along someday.
Me: (silently) Yeah, and I'll bet he'll have a great pair of breasts, too.
If that's the worst I have to deal with in my whole life then I can't much complain, but it is annoying.
Y'know, she's getting senile enough that I'm tempted to just tell her, and see if she remembers past lunch. Too much potential for drama, though.