wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee...
So when I was in high school, we had to do this creative writing project. I wrote a piece from the point of view of a young woman whose love had just died in a car accident, and how she dealt with her loss. Because I was a stupid, weirdo teenager, the boyfriend was mentally based on an actual boy that I had a thing for. I even gave the character the same name.
The morning I was supposed to turn in the piece, the boy in question was in a (thankfully non-fatal) car accident on his way to school.
Hey, eerie fucking coincidences? We have got to stop meeting like this.
...
So I guess in a few days, when I can face the idea of writing, we'll have a Panic fire sale. Everything must go, rock-bottom prices, yadda yadda.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go drink a lot of tequila.
(comments off because you people are very nice, but I'm not really fit for man nor beast right now)
The morning I was supposed to turn in the piece, the boy in question was in a (thankfully non-fatal) car accident on his way to school.
Hey, eerie fucking coincidences? We have got to stop meeting like this.
...
So I guess in a few days, when I can face the idea of writing, we'll have a Panic fire sale. Everything must go, rock-bottom prices, yadda yadda.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go drink a lot of tequila.
(comments off because you people are very nice, but I'm not really fit for man nor beast right now)