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Sunday, January 13, 2008


Ex...haus...tion.
Note to self: don't start a rehearsal at 8pm if you expect to need a functioning brain the following morning, especially if said rehearsal is shared with an over-zealous housewife that is starved for attention and will use any opportunity to latch onto another human being, sapping their life energy and probably storing it in some porcelain vase somewhere for future use (maybe for those frigid February mornings when everyone else is more than happy to scorn anyone that even suggests they step a foot outside (since it's a Saturday, and who leaves the house on a Saturday?) and yet you see through your shades that some ridiculous hair-dyed, makeup-ified, overdressed, underfed, high-heel wearing woman is leisurely unloading twenty grocery store sacks from her car, and it's not even 10 in the morning yet). And when she suggests you all get together again the next day, manage something more comprehensible than "mrn...fltrh...", maybe something like "I'll be sure to bring my shackles and whip, Mrs. Slavedriver. After all, we want you fully equipped (just like your Lexus)."
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