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Post by Jeffrey on May 13, 2004 20:59:17 GMT -5
Yeah... my poor hippocampus ain't what it used to be... ain't what it used to be... ain't what it used to be... *does a weird shuffle step courtesy of the old guy on the Simpsons*
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 13, 2004 21:02:28 GMT -5
*She watches him do the bizarre shuffle and feels a terrible headache coming on
*softly* Could you please stop.
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Post by Jeffrey on May 13, 2004 21:19:04 GMT -5
*snorts* Sorry... unlike most of my inspired moments, I don't know where this one came from.
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 14, 2004 21:21:47 GMT -5
*smiles faintly*
That's alright just developing a very annoyinjg headache and that was just fodder for the fire.
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Post by Jeffrey on May 14, 2004 21:27:58 GMT -5
Can't blaim you really. I annoy myself sometimes.
Yes, but is it you that's really annoying you?
I really don't know anymore.
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 14, 2004 21:38:53 GMT -5
*starts rubbing temples and slowlystands up and makes her way to the bathroom and locks the door and leans against it trying to escape the madness for a moment.*
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Post by Jeffrey on May 14, 2004 21:54:28 GMT -5
Damn... look what you've done.
What I've done? Or you've done?
Shut up. Who are you, anyway?
Me? Um... you're conscience. Yeah, that's it.
I never knew I had a conscience... Mort...
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 14, 2004 22:00:24 GMT -5
*She sniffled slighty knowing if she didn't calm down she'd burst out in tears and she really hated feeling like that.*
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Post by Jeffrey on May 14, 2004 22:15:02 GMT -5
(oblivious...)
I'm really kind of surprised, Mort. You're never contrary like that. You're a writer, not a dumbass.
Don't make me get my screwdriver.
*blows raspberry*
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 14, 2004 22:17:46 GMT -5
*She finally emerged from the bathroom eyes red rimmed with unshed tears and sniffled.*
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Post by Jeffrey on May 15, 2004 11:14:29 GMT -5
*whispering* Great job you ignorant hick.
*hiss* This from the guy who's marriage was dissolving at the time of mental collapse?
Someone say mental collapse?
Raoul, go away, please? Everyone?
Losing control, are we? What happened to my balance?
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 15, 2004 14:54:40 GMT -5
*Not wanting to interrupt the little love fest going on in her boyfriends mind she lyed down on the couch and summoned a houseelf and kindly asked it for some iced tea and continued to watch him*
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Post by Jeffrey on May 15, 2004 21:13:33 GMT -5
(that last little bit in italics were thoughts. not speech.)
(Abberline) Now see, if you wanted that, nobody would be here right now. You're perfectly capable of ejecting the rest of us out of your head.
(ZD) So you'd have me think.
(Abberline) Why not? It's true. The rest of us are push overs, drug addicts or loonies. It wouldn't be all that hard.
(ZD) *thinks* Christ... I think you're right...
(Spencer) You don't wanna be taking that back?
(ZD) No, no... Spencer... you're definitely a loony. You've got hydrophobia and you're an alien. I think you're right Abberline...
(Abberline) That's why I'm an Inspector.
(Spencer) *grumble*
(instead of 'eject' i almost said 'ejaculate' *smacks forehead*)
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Post by Vivian Astley on May 24, 2004 15:55:56 GMT -5
(that would havemade the post molre interesting though)
*After taking a sip of the tea, she placed the cup on the floor and stood up, shaking off this dizziness.*
Zack, I'm going to go take a nap. Wake me before you leave.
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Post by Jeffrey on May 24, 2004 15:59:50 GMT -5
*whirls around*
Whosawhatnow?
(and it might actually be in context too, that's the scary thing)
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