Blarg.
Had a good dream last night! It was sort of a cross between Getbackers and Juuni Kokki, with some Rayearth and Beauty and the Beast thrown in. And at one point, a yaoi dating game. It was very good and homosexual and fun. I wish it had stayed longer.
I ate too many Corn Flakes for breakfast. Now I feel sick.
To quell my nausea, I will loose my American Movie Fanfiction virginity by writing a drabble!
During the summer vacation of Grade 10, when the band had been recording their third album, Summer Hathaway had enlisted in a deep breathing relaxation course. This was probably the only think that kept her from having a heart attack.
'Deep, healing breaths,' she thought. 'Deep breaths. Relax. Let yourself float away on the breeze.'
At least Lawrence had the decency to look sheepish. Freddy was glaring at her, shirt still halfway unbuttoned, as if she was the very face of The Man himself.
"Alright," she started calmly, twirling her perfectly straight hair into a little knot on her finger. "First of all, I would like to express my feelings from a personal standpoint."
Lawrence began to shift nervously from one foot to the other.
"From a personal standpoint," she continued, pacing back and forth in front of them like a general surveying her troops, "I don't care if you're gay. I have nothing against homosexuality. I know that you care for one another, and I hope you're very happy together."
Freddy's glare turned almost hopeful.
Summer snapped around sharply. "That was from a personal standpoint. Now, I will express my feelings from my standpoint as the band manager."
The air was filled with the smell of terror.
"ARE YOU CRAZY!? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT COULD HAVE *HAPPENED*!? WHAT ON *EARTH* MADE YOU THINK THAT HAVING SEX *BACKSTAGE* AFTER A *CONCERT* WAS A GOOD IDEA!?"
"He started it," mumbled Freddy with a scowl.
I ate too many Corn Flakes for breakfast. Now I feel sick.
To quell my nausea, I will loose my American Movie Fanfiction virginity by writing a drabble!
During the summer vacation of Grade 10, when the band had been recording their third album, Summer Hathaway had enlisted in a deep breathing relaxation course. This was probably the only think that kept her from having a heart attack.
'Deep, healing breaths,' she thought. 'Deep breaths. Relax. Let yourself float away on the breeze.'
At least Lawrence had the decency to look sheepish. Freddy was glaring at her, shirt still halfway unbuttoned, as if she was the very face of The Man himself.
"Alright," she started calmly, twirling her perfectly straight hair into a little knot on her finger. "First of all, I would like to express my feelings from a personal standpoint."
Lawrence began to shift nervously from one foot to the other.
"From a personal standpoint," she continued, pacing back and forth in front of them like a general surveying her troops, "I don't care if you're gay. I have nothing against homosexuality. I know that you care for one another, and I hope you're very happy together."
Freddy's glare turned almost hopeful.
Summer snapped around sharply. "That was from a personal standpoint. Now, I will express my feelings from my standpoint as the band manager."
The air was filled with the smell of terror.
"ARE YOU CRAZY!? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT COULD HAVE *HAPPENED*!? WHAT ON *EARTH* MADE YOU THINK THAT HAVING SEX *BACKSTAGE* AFTER A *CONCERT* WAS A GOOD IDEA!?"
"He started it," mumbled Freddy with a scowl.