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Aims - May 09, 2005 9:41:49 am PDT #1921 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Driving Fast

This one time, I was, like, in a car. And it was, like, driving fast. And then like, it was so fast, it was, like a thing that goes really fast and I was soooo scared. And then we stopped and like, Billy touched my like….well, YOU KNOW. And then, we like, did it –OHMIGAWD! And then we like, we drove back home so fast and then like, I was scared I was going to be pregnant, and like, I wasn’t so I was like relieved and that’s why you shouldn’t drive, like, fast. And stuff.

deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 9:46:03 am PDT #1922 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

BWAH!

Aimee, I just flashed on Clueless, in the car: "Like, I TOTALLY paused!"

Ginger - May 09, 2005 9:49:02 am PDT #1923 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I'm not sure I can compete with the crumpet of sex. I'll ponder.

deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 9:50:42 am PDT #1924 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

I'm not sure I can compete with the crumpet of sex.

The untoasted crumpet of sex, please.

I'm actually really happy with my "bad night philosophy" once. It's an exercise in long, droney, run-on sentences.

Astarte - May 09, 2005 10:10:42 am PDT #1925 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.

The One He Didn't See Coming

It was quiet tonight. Too quiet.

He’d been at the front too long.. His piercing blue eyes penetrated the new mooned night. Little movement from his vantage point even when his weathered face scrunched his crow’s feet into deep, ravaged furrows.

Too damn quiet. Hadn’t been a night without gunfire and mangled screams since the truce was broken. Not that it mattered much. He had nothing to go back to.

He pulled her last letter out of his shirt pocket, streaked and torn.

He had just unfolded it one last time when the bullet-the one you never hear-entered his brainpan.

deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 10:20:56 am PDT #1926 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

His piercing blue eyes penetrated the new mooned night.

whimper

Astarte - May 09, 2005 10:22:57 am PDT #1927 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.

Hee. Take that Untoasted Crumpet Girl.

deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 10:24:09 am PDT #1928 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Take that Untoasted Crumpet Girl.

Nothing can defeat the Buttery Untoasted Crumpet of Love!

Astarte - May 09, 2005 10:28:36 am PDT #1929 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.

Somebody's new moon pierced by blue eyes begs to differ...

deborah grabien - May 09, 2005 10:31:45 am PDT #1930 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Somebody's new moon pierced by blue eyes begs to differ...

pftpftpftph.

Where's your pointless repetition? Where are all the staccato individual words chopped out of perfectly good sentences? Where's your grotesquely overdone use of adverbs, missy?

Huh? Huh?

(although, I actually think my "night" drabble is worse than my "porn" drabble.)

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