Sunday, November 19, 2006

Even at McDonald’s. . . ‘da sikaurai gets hit.

FIRST OFF: New art up, I think. Akiramaru. Yeah. *drool* The bars are a cool place for her, because she comes prepared. She fully expects to get hit on, so she arrives with her guard up and ready to lay things on the line if the scene gets too heavy. But Christ. . . McDonalds’. . . is that the newest trend in pick-up joints? I remember one time, not too long ago, two teen-age boys propositioned me while I was enjoying a quiet lunch alone. I use the term “enjoy” loosely, mind you—McDonald’s food is quick, but it ain’t great. And just the other day. . . damn. Some older dude asked me for my phone number while I was waiting for my food. I was so baffled that I actually gave it to him. (He called, too. Yesterday. ‘da sikaurai loves caller id.) I’m usually pretty sharp. I love comebacks. I live for the one-liners. But damn, sometimes, if I’m not expecting anything to go awry, all I can manage is a baffled look on my face. I’m remembering a time when some boy came up to me in a diner and asked me if I wanted to kiss his hand. DAMN! And oddly enough, I just did it, too. And ran away with a total WTF??? look on my face. My friend Julie, who is in her late 20’s, still insists TO THIS DAY that he put some odd love spell on me. She knows him from a former life. . . and he was famous for pulling off stuff like that. (Damned self-proclaimed warlocks. Weirdos is what they are.) Men kinda scare ‘da sikaurai. You wouldn’t know that by looking at her art, heh. But then again, Sascha and I have had time to develop a rapport. We understand each other. Relationships confusticate me, but Sascha and I have a purely physical thing going on. And actually, I’m cheating on him, right now. With Dante. *pets him* Dante: *horrified* No, you’re not, you cheap hag! Dream all you want; you’re not my type. GET off of me! Sikaurai: Why do you insist on being like that? After everything I’ve done for you? Dante: But the point is, love—what have you done for me, LATELY? You’ve made Sascha famous. . . what about ME? I’m ten times better, cooler, and hipper than that crazy animal. Sikaurai: I’m working on it! You have to give me more time! I love you! Dante: Stow it, you used-up hack. And what’s with the purple hair? You look like some slutty biker skank. I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole. You have even worse fashion sense than that demon bitch, Raeven. Except you’re probably ten times more dangerous—you pretending to be so nice, and all. Well, I’m not fooled, and neither is anyone else. Sikaurai: Why are you being so mean to me? I don’t pretend ANYTHING. I’ve only ever adored you; you’re such a snot. Dante: I’m bored with this conversation. Where’s Kimi? I need some stimulation. Sikaurai: Fine. I’ll go to Akiramaru. At least he talks to me. Dante: Of course. He’ll do anybody. Ah, Dante. He’s so considerate. Well, next up in fan-art: a nice piccy of Akiramaru. Dante turned me down, so I’m still pouting. EVERYBODY HAVE A FANTABULOUS DAY!!!!

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