[EM] I'm only doing this 'cause she MADE me...
So I’m seeing this girl, Lorelai...well, more than seeing her, we’re sort of engaged. Well...I guess you can’t ‘sort of’ be engaged to anyone, can you? So we’re engaged. And if we’re engaged, I guess she’s not the girl I’m seeing, she’s my fiancee. Even though I *am* seeing her still, but it’s different when you’re gonna marry someone, y’know?
Anyway. I love Lorelai...I do. I really, really love her. But the fact that I can’t say ‘no’ to that woman...a guy’s gotta be able to put his foot down, right? I mean, it’s a man’s *right* to tell anyone, even the woman he loves, to get lost. Am I right or am I wrong?
So Lorelai sees me on the internet a couple weeks ago, and out of nowhere asks me if I know how to do website stuff. Took me five minutes of going back and forth to realize she meant *website* stuff...coding, HTML, stuff like that. And yeah, I do know some basics...I mean, I took a couple computer classes a few years back when a lot of my banking stuff got easier to do online and they had a part...a lesson on the internet, and HTML.
And me, like an idiot, I made the mistake of *admitting* this to Lorelai, and before I knew it she was dragging me to her place after my shift at the diner and sitting me in front of her machine to tool around on this internet journal she had.
To make a long story short, she started showing me this LiveJournal thing she’s been hooked on for months now, and before I knew what I was doing I was not only offering to totally rework the code on her journal, but I’d agreed to get one of my own.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is the insidious and underhanded way that Lorelai Gilmore works. She makes you do her bidding, and she makes you like it. I mean, it’s just not fair! *You* try disagreeing with her when she does that...*thing* with her eyes and that little scrunchy thing with her nose...and that other thing with her mouth? Not pouting or smiling, but that other thing...I mean, God! Does she *have* to do that?
A man should be able to say *no*, damn it!
So...here I am. I’ve got the journal, Lorelai...happy?
Oh...right. I’m Luke, Luke Danes. Born in Star’s Hollow, I own and run Luke’s Diner...not a very original name, but hey, it works. So...there ya go.
I *REALLY* hope you’re happy, Lorelai...
Anyway. I love Lorelai...I do. I really, really love her. But the fact that I can’t say ‘no’ to that woman...a guy’s gotta be able to put his foot down, right? I mean, it’s a man’s *right* to tell anyone, even the woman he loves, to get lost. Am I right or am I wrong?
So Lorelai sees me on the internet a couple weeks ago, and out of nowhere asks me if I know how to do website stuff. Took me five minutes of going back and forth to realize she meant *website* stuff...coding, HTML, stuff like that. And yeah, I do know some basics...I mean, I took a couple computer classes a few years back when a lot of my banking stuff got easier to do online and they had a part...a lesson on the internet, and HTML.
And me, like an idiot, I made the mistake of *admitting* this to Lorelai, and before I knew it she was dragging me to her place after my shift at the diner and sitting me in front of her machine to tool around on this internet journal she had.
To make a long story short, she started showing me this LiveJournal thing she’s been hooked on for months now, and before I knew what I was doing I was not only offering to totally rework the code on her journal, but I’d agreed to get one of my own.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is the insidious and underhanded way that Lorelai Gilmore works. She makes you do her bidding, and she makes you like it. I mean, it’s just not fair! *You* try disagreeing with her when she does that...*thing* with her eyes and that little scrunchy thing with her nose...and that other thing with her mouth? Not pouting or smiling, but that other thing...I mean, God! Does she *have* to do that?
A man should be able to say *no*, damn it!
So...here I am. I’ve got the journal, Lorelai...happy?
Oh...right. I’m Luke, Luke Danes. Born in Star’s Hollow, I own and run Luke’s Diner...not a very original name, but hey, it works. So...there ya go.
I *REALLY* hope you’re happy, Lorelai...