simple rules for dating my telepathic sister
Since discovering, via Sookie telling him, that his baby sister was dating here on the island, Jason had been doing a lot of thinking. Thinking was never really an easy thing for him, and got no easier when it was about how he should handle Sookie picking a new beau. Sure, she didn't do it a lot, but that last time she'd found love it'd been a fuckin' doozy to deal with.
Very secretly, he'd begun using a technique that the very nice, very helpful, and very voluptuous tutor he'd had in third grade reading had showed him in order to make thinking easier. It involved getting a notebook and writing about his thoughts. And feelings. And that other shit. The cool thing was he could just draw stick figures talking to each other if he wanted.
"I am so fuckin' deep," he said to himself as he scrawled away in a sparkly pink journal that had appeared in a Hello Kitty backpack in the clothing box. It was better than nothing, anyway.
Jason started with a little stick Jason, and put him back in scribble Bon Temps. He made a little thought balloon.
My sister has another boyfriend!
From there, it kind of got out of hand, 'cos he kept drawing stick people and thought bubbles as they came to him.
Hey dumbass why is it any of your business anyway? demanded stick Tara.
Last one kept getting her in shit
Stick Sookie wasn't any more help. I can do what I want! I'm making up for lost time!
JASOOOOON.
He glanced down at where he'd scratched stick Bill into existance. "What the fuck, man?"
JASSOOON YOU MUST LOOK AFTAAAAH SOOKEHHH!
Man, his head was screwed up these days.
But how?????
YOU MUST EVAULA MEET THIS MAN AND SEE IF HE IS WORTHY, WORTHY OF SOOOKEEHHH
Well, stick vampire Bill had a point. And stick Sookie could cram it. He had lost time to make up for too.
Very secretly, he'd begun using a technique that the very nice, very helpful, and very voluptuous tutor he'd had in third grade reading had showed him in order to make thinking easier. It involved getting a notebook and writing about his thoughts. And feelings. And that other shit. The cool thing was he could just draw stick figures talking to each other if he wanted.
"I am so fuckin' deep," he said to himself as he scrawled away in a sparkly pink journal that had appeared in a Hello Kitty backpack in the clothing box. It was better than nothing, anyway.
Jason started with a little stick Jason, and put him back in scribble Bon Temps. He made a little thought balloon.
My sister has another boyfriend!
From there, it kind of got out of hand, 'cos he kept drawing stick people and thought bubbles as they came to him.
Hey dumbass why is it any of your business anyway? demanded stick Tara.
Last one kept getting her in shit
Stick Sookie wasn't any more help. I can do what I want! I'm making up for lost time!
JASOOOOON.
He glanced down at where he'd scratched stick Bill into existance. "What the fuck, man?"
JASSOOON YOU MUST LOOK AFTAAAAH SOOKEHHH!
Man, his head was screwed up these days.
But how?????
YOU MUST EVAULA MEET THIS MAN AND SEE IF HE IS WORTHY, WORTHY OF SOOOKEEHHH
Well, stick vampire Bill had a point. And stick Sookie could cram it. He had lost time to make up for too.