What exactly are these better things? Whining to someone else about your pitiful life?
Pitiful life? Sebastian, please stop projecting your life on to me. It’s embarrassing.
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What exactly are these better things? Whining to someone else about your pitiful life?
Pitiful life? Sebastian, please stop projecting your life on to me. It’s embarrassing.
Still alive? What is this, Nightmare on Penbrook Row? Do we really need to see Shriveled Shaester’s face looming ‘round anymore? Let’s just hope he plays dead well, and stays outta here; I’m not trying to get back an hour with someone who looks like a sad penis. Almost as depressing as having straw for hair, which she’s got down pat so I’m sure it wouldn’t be too much of a step down from her usual dumpy state.
Gosh, first I have to hear the world yammer ‘bout Katastrophe Kardashian’s latest, get relevant scheme - plastic cuffs, and a perfect visual of her melting, I mean crying, face that looks like Grinch’s snout when he frowns - and my other usual go-to source for news will be yammering about another kidding kidnapped story? Someone needs to shake this place up, or better yet, be a shining light in what has to be ‘rounding up to a dull Penbrook edition. I’m feeling awfully generous these days, so much so, I’d let the best reporter on the paper interview me - you. I know my followers are always looking for a spread on me yabbering ‘bout how I’m awesome, and who totally isn’t.
I don’t wish death upon anyone. That may be a lie but it, at least, made me feel like a good person when I typed it. I’ll correct myself. In the general sense, I don’t. Schuester may have not been the best professor ever but he had his rare moments. They were quickly over shadowed by him seeming completely uneducated in his own subject matter.
You don’t like Kim Kardashian? I would have thought you did. You seem like a rip off Kim time to time again.
The Pembrooke Chronicles doesn’t write articles like that. We are very serious and established student newspaper. You’d know that if you actually read it.
TEXTS 📱QUINNTANA
SP: All you need to know is they'll without a doubt, upscale all of yours. [wink emoji]
[a beat]
SP: I warn you because I don't want to see you drooling with the rest, I rather see a cute little smile on your face when I find you in the crowd.
SP: Seriousness aside, I'm going bare-naked in all the legal areas I can in the theme of, Girls Kicking Ass. Wbu?
QF: I feel that's problematic for most reasons than one if you're actually be serious.
QF: For the big party this year, I'll be The Bride from Kill Bill. Katana and all.
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QF: So what barely there costume did you decide on for Slutoween?
Desperation usually causes me to break out in bitch-tastic rants like when I get a whiff of anything from Victorias Cheap Secrets, honestly. I hate when men can’t get the first clue, let alone the third.
I know the feeling, except I usually find myself tangled in that train of thought when thinking about your roots, but never the less, your welcome. High school sweethearts are only something a generation that believed in shoulder pads would find reasonably acceptable, or a reality that wouldn’t end in floating body parts, and missing never-beens nine times out of ten, honestly.
Oh, anything good coming out?
I really don’t understand how it is so hard to find a decent man. Most of them that I meet are vile.
I still think he is alive. How depressing would it be to go to jail for killing someone like Schuester?
Nothing to existing. We are covering the disappearance of Mr. Schuester thoroughly though. It’s sadly the most exciting thing going on currently.
Your lack of social skills is absolutely alarming to me.
Now if we are just going to be exchanging barely insulting quips at each other, I have better things to do with my time.
Oh well. Okay. Yes how about I join you on your daily coffee adventures I’ll bring my homework so we can study. If it floats your boat and you have time to spare before class I did score two tickets to Gambit if you want to tag along. Coffee sounds good though! And Bas is pretty awesome, he’s my man.
So tomorrow I’ll stop by your daily coffee route then?
We will be hanging out once. if I can tolerate you enough, maybe I’ll extend that. I highly doubt it though. What is Gambit? Some weird thing you’re into, I assume.
Sure. Whatever you’d like. I’ll text you where I go.
Yeah right, I’m delightful to talk to.
Your lack of self awareness is horrifying.
Oh please, you have a small few of selected individuals you consider to be inferior. Exactly like him.
Worked up? Quinnie-Pie, chill your sweet cotton candy and get yourself slapped in the face with a fish full of reality. Your opinion means as much to me as my love affair with the #hobo living under the bridge does. Berry and I are doing whatever we please, thank you very much. We haven’t discussed it yet.
Don’t be bitter that you’re in that small select few, Sweetie.
Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. The fact that you so easily jump on the defensive is fun to toy with. I do think you both would look great as Big Edie and Little Edie though.
What else then?
His gruff voice can do wonders in certain areas, I’m sure. God, Leo Let Downcrapio? Don’t even get me started. I’m pretty sure the sandbags needed in New Orleans before and after Katrina, somehow hopped the levees and snuck into Leo’s under eyes, and what was once a jaw-dropping jawline. Aging is honestly God’s karma to white people, I swear - even the good ones. Romeo and Juliet ‘96 has caused me to waste a few pillows, but now, I agree, just hideous. Awe his wife; now that I remember that straw hair and her smile lines that are obviously a landing pad for our rubust crow population - I’m more certain than ever he ran away. I wouldn’t blame him; if I had to wake up every morning to the only Golden Girls cast member that hasn’t got the dead-damn memo: give it up already; I’d flee too. I’ll be studying for classes that actully pertain to my education, not to mention actually excercing my musal talents in places that will also benefit me. What about you?
Why would I even say? I like people’s desperation to try to get with me. It’s almost entertaining.
Your words are messed up poetry, Santana. I never know whether to praise your banter or try to determine if you’re clinically sane. I’m sure Mr. Schuester and his wife were the classic high school sweethearts gone wrong. When your young and someone is willingly sleeping with you, you look past a lot of things. But yes, his wife seems like she belongs in an asylum or a retirement home.
About the same. I have far more important classes I want to focus on. Schue’s class was an easy credit. While I was on the top of his class, it’s not like I’m not in others. I also have my articles for the school newspaper to focus on as well.
You can just call me Ryder if it helps, I know this university is formal but I’d like to consider you my friend. Okay, how about we meet up soon then? Who is the other dude? Is it Sebastian because he’s hilarious. Always laughing at his stuff in class. And I’ll take that as a compliment, thanks Quinn!
It doesn’t help. Be happy I’m not calling you that other one. Sure. Sooner but then later. I’m not going to draw out hanging out with you. Do you want to get coffee? I go daily anyway. I suppose you can join me. Yes, it’s Sebastian. He’s a grade A moron. He’s a privileged asshole who thinks he can do whatever he wants. All the Smythes are like that actually. ...You’re totally not welcome.
Oh… Well I just want to support you Quinn that’s all. I know I’m not a good writer so I look up to you, I admire your independence and intelligence. Do you want to study together then?
That’s a bummer. I always looked forward to his classes, Mr. Schue was always a nice guy. So we don’t go to class or anything? Do you hang out with me instead?
Well aren’t you just precious, Lynn. You’re in luck because I have literally nothing better to do with my time currently. I’m caught up on my school work and out of the other two “men” in our “friend group”, you piss me off the least. Don’t give me a reason to go from strong dislike to hatred for you too.
Yeah right, I’m delightful to talk to.
At least now I know what you’re not crazy since you obviously don’t talk to yourself. To think I’m choosing to hang out with Ryder because he’s my best option. There has to be better people out there then you idiots.
Fuck that, you’re too boring to pick your own name.
I’m going to call you Quinnifer from now on.
And I’m going to call you nothing because I won’t be talking to you.
What do you think I should call you then?
Your superior in virtually every aspect. Or you know...Quinn.
Would you prefer to be called a straight up bitch?
That’s more of Santana’s title.
Do you shake your tail feather like a good lil bitch too when master finally does a one-two step in that perfect place to cure a nagging itch right up? Are do you only perk at the sound of your middle name?
John Stamos? Look at you, Quinn, having taste. Mine is Brad Pitt. We’ll excuse the D-Drop day that happened a couple days ago because of his soon to be ex, because not even wrinkles and a wrist that get’s a case of the loosey-goosey when a bottle is in hand, can mask a jawline sculpted for the best kind of sitting any lady can ask for. Um duh, and you can thank: Daddy Issues, a life-long commitment to getting men so unappealing it should be criminal, laid. I told them to just Google any recent gel factory break-ins, or if Mr. Roger’s grave has been robbed, hopefully they took my advice. Plus, I think we should all be on the watch out for Justin Timberlake or Nick Jonas - I wouldn’t put it past Schuester to try and pull a ‘Face-Off’with some R&B hunk in his last attempt to be relevant in anything but decaying - oh wait, I mean aging - like a fuzzy peach.
It takes more than that to perk me up.
If he didn’t speak, Brad Pitt could be a decent choice. At least he aged better than Leonardo DiCaprio. I would have literally done anything to be with him in his prime days. Now...not so much. I’m sure he’s still very much alive unless his crazy wife ended up killing him. He’s so boring that I can’t imagine anyone killing him. Maybe he offed himself. Who knows? So what are you doing with that free time now?