My Life: So, you've been ignoring me for, like, a month and a half now.
Me: ...Just a sec.
My Life: These boots were made for walking, sister. In this case, these boots were made to walk onto the gangplank of a cruise ship bound for the Mediterranean. I've already bought the ticket.
Me: ...in a minute.
My Life: Don't bother writing. You know we'll always have Paris.
Me: *looking up from the srs book of my srs woes to find the cruise ship College headed away with My Life on board* Hey! Hey!
My Life: *leans on the railing and stares out resolutely at the horizon*
Me: (forlornly) Stop the world! I want to get on!
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In other news, I wrote a fic for the Batman/Joker secret santa, and I realized I'd forgot to post it here. The Joker is a woman. The Joker is pregnant. Nobody (important) dies. Somebody told me it made them queasy. *beams*
Step right this way for the genderbent nausea.