hello my lovelies...! (if that doesn't creep you out... just wait. ) ah... it would seem the girl has a little more time today. no hasty pre-stage pandemonium in the book tonight... we'll save that for tomorrow... assuming i get wireless service in bumfuck wisconny... hmm... that's everyone's cue to pray for me.
today i summoned a thunderstorm...! remember how i love them? i was working my disasterous noon shift (sapient_fool saved the day!) and everyone kept going on about how muggy it was outside. i told them all i hoped it would rain-- i had told them earlier that i hoped they'd all die-- and then amended it to hoping for thundershowers.
the scene as i was leaving:
i walked toward the door with my bag slung over my shoulder and my boots slung over my bag. shawn walked alongside me. it looked awfully gray beyond the window, and my hopes flared.
"is it raining?" i asked, trying to keep the excitement from my voice.
"just drizzle, i think." he smirked at me. we'd had this conversation once today already. his smirk disappeared as i opened the door and the sound of heavy rain slapping the pavement drifted into the bar. an electric flash followed, and thunder rolled across the sky.
"ha!" i crowed. "bitch! in your face! i asked for this storm, and here it is! you know what this means? huh, shawn? it means i get whatever the fuck i want, when i want it! and i want a million dollars!"
we both looked to the sky, but nothing happened. eh. it was worth a try.
hehe... and that's how it really happened, except i kept out the part about the flying horses kicking people in the face, and in real life i think there were about twice as many stab wounds... but i think i got the point across. someone remind me to tell you about the steam coming off the lakes... it was so beautiful.
but now... well, i guess i'm not sure what happens now, but i'll figure it out as i go along. i love yous guys! you're all welcome to touch my butt. well... what are you waiting for? start touching!
today i summoned a thunderstorm...! remember how i love them? i was working my disasterous noon shift (sapient_fool saved the day!) and everyone kept going on about how muggy it was outside. i told them all i hoped it would rain-- i had told them earlier that i hoped they'd all die-- and then amended it to hoping for thundershowers.
the scene as i was leaving:
i walked toward the door with my bag slung over my shoulder and my boots slung over my bag. shawn walked alongside me. it looked awfully gray beyond the window, and my hopes flared.
"is it raining?" i asked, trying to keep the excitement from my voice.
"just drizzle, i think." he smirked at me. we'd had this conversation once today already. his smirk disappeared as i opened the door and the sound of heavy rain slapping the pavement drifted into the bar. an electric flash followed, and thunder rolled across the sky.
"ha!" i crowed. "bitch! in your face! i asked for this storm, and here it is! you know what this means? huh, shawn? it means i get whatever the fuck i want, when i want it! and i want a million dollars!"
we both looked to the sky, but nothing happened. eh. it was worth a try.
hehe... and that's how it really happened, except i kept out the part about the flying horses kicking people in the face, and in real life i think there were about twice as many stab wounds... but i think i got the point across. someone remind me to tell you about the steam coming off the lakes... it was so beautiful.
but now... well, i guess i'm not sure what happens now, but i'll figure it out as i go along. i love yous guys! you're all welcome to touch my butt. well... what are you waiting for? start touching!
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benni:
what's... the rear end?
nataskaput:
The Rear End is one of those bumfuck Scony bars, have you heard about the one i forget it's name but where the girls dance it's practicly black and the guys where miners helmets and check out the girls with the lights on the helmets, i here it's just a bunch of light pointed at cooches, it's got a name like the nugget or something wierd about mining