lets direct our loathing elsewhere, shall we?
Please note, this doesn't require bracket hugs. I was far more horrified and agahst than hurt.
I'm at a party Friday. I dragged my bereaved ass there. I'm talking to a guy -- sweet, sorta geeky. Decent seeming guy. He asks me about acting and auditioning and stuff. I mention that I need to get new head shots but not yet since "I've lost a bunch of weight, I'm about half way done"
He looks me up and down.
He says: You were really up there.
Is there a fumbled apology? Aflinch of JESUS, DID I SAY THAT? Mmm, no.
Nothin.
Just keeeeeeeps on talkin.
Is there a fumbled apology? Aflinch of JESUS, DID I SAY THAT? Mmm, no. Nothin. Just keeeeeeeps on talkin.
Is he still alive? Because if he is, we should fix that.
No, sj. Like Batman, we should make him wish that he was dead.
I was too stunned to injure him. I'll blame my lack of reflexes on bereavement.
Now, whenever we hate ourselves, what are we going to do?
We are going to direct that ill-will toward Cliff at the Chinese New Year Party. Got it?
we should make him wish that he was dead
This was my advice as well.
I napped the afternoon away and can't figure out if I want to be awake now or not.
I napped the afternoon away and can't figure out if I want to be awake now or not.
t tickles Cass
Did that make you giggle or enrage you?
we should make him wish that he was dead
This seems like a good plan.
Mostly the rage thing. And by mostly? Yeah, I should go back to sleep post haste.
Persactly. Sleep, ragey-girl.
I was too stunned to injure him. I'll blame my lack of reflexes on bereavement.
y'know sometimes, you just can't say anything to people that are that fucking clueless. You either punch them in the face or say nothing.