Sometimes My Life Reads Exactly Like a Webcomic.

[naamah_darling]

This exchange happened while Sargon and I were walking in the frigid midnight cold.

Me: Jesus Christ.

Sargon: What?

Me: I'm starving. And I'm freezing my ass off. And I'm starving. And I'm tired. And I'm fucking starvingSargon: Me, too

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[celticmistress]

**snickers** Yanno... I LOVE you and Mr. The Terrible.

Just thought I'd share. *nod*

Heh heh heh...

[lashblade]

*snickers* Move up the chain of dialogue writers huh? That conversation sounded vaguely Buffy-esque in its random amusing-ness.

...why was there midnight ramblings in the icy-cold? Or do intelligent minds run screaming from the reason?

Re: Heh heh heh...

[naamah_darling]

We felt like going for a walk and looking at the super-cool creepy-ass school that's only a few blocks from our place. At midnight.

There was something really Buffy about it, actually. The dialogue, the setting, even the busted-up wooden crate we found that was conveniently stake-like.

Ooh, spiffy!

[lashblade]

Sounds cool. And mood-making for fiction/gaming...

Re: Ooh, spiffy!

[naamah_darling]

You hit it right on the head! We had a kickass adventure there. Just had to transplant the school a few hundred miles north, throw some cursed magic around, perpetrate a few grisly fictional murders, and we had a rockin' good time!

I'm using it for a story/novel idea, too, since I've been inside and now have peetchurs and all. :D

[headhouse]

"Fuck camaraderie. I'm going to eat you!"
-The Donner Party: Special Outtakes Edition DVD.

[decorus_malum]

ROFLMFAO!

I love you two, really

[apocalypticbob]

*snorfles*

Eat him...husband tastes like pork loin, or so I've been told.