Another from my drafts. I meant to do that thing I did with songs with it, but it got filed under "do it later," which never bodes well. On top of that, I picked it when Emma still liked Darla. It became obsolete long ago.
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Another from my drafts. I meant to do that thing I did with songs with it, but it got filed under "do it later," which never bodes well. On top of that, I picked it when Emma still liked Darla. It became obsolete long ago.
Some of these are more accurate than others.
Okay, this thing is too amusing not to overuse. Emma Sanchez is lacking 1) vitamins 2) a clone 3) Precure. Evander Pallene is lacking 1) telekinesis 2) the ability to fly 3) a boyfriend. Evelyn Glick is lacking 1) french fries 2) social skills 3) vitamins. Isaac Sowka is lacking 1) motivation 2) a clone 3) fashion sense. Malice is lacking 1) THAT 2) spaghetti 3) a magical girl. Patches is lacking 1) a cute animal mascot 2) communication skills 3) food. Ryan Glick is lacking 1) a job 2) telekinesis 3) communication skills. Reynaldo Glick is lacking 1) a real life 2) a million dollars 3) dreams. Ruby Glick is lacking 1) a girlfriend 2) fabulous 3) a real life. Spot is lacking 1) Precure 2) a million dollars 3) willpower. Talia Torres is lacking 1) a million dollars 2) more HDD space 3) willpower. Trixie is lacking 1) motivation 2) a clone 3) telekinesis. Zachariah Hadad is lacking 1) intelligence 2) moe 3) THAT.
Dear Diary.
After Emma was brought back from the Ak'abians, she started a new journal. It wasn't much like a normal journal: rather than describing events, she wrote stories and poems that reflected some aspect of what she was feeling. The stories and poems often featured people she knew. Very little of it was pleasant. Quite a lot of it was pornographic. Ryan packed Emma's journals with the rest of the things she left behind, and after some internal struggle, flipped through them. He didn't do more than that for her earlier journals, but he's read the prose and poetry journal cover to cover. Repeatedly. Especially the pornographic stories that feature himself. That's what he masturbates most often to, these days. He's considered one of those fantasies for when he makes his donation for Darla's insemination (some of them, he's reread so many times that he doesn't need to anymore, he has them memorized, he's made up images for them, all he has to do is close his eyes). He thinks maybe he shouldn't, because it'd be too weird. He thinks maybe he should ask Darla, then he thinks he really shouldn't because that would be really weird. Generally, this train of thought ends with him laughing in a so-I-don't-cry way over what is and isn't weird in his life.
I don't know what I've done Or if I like what I've begun But something told me to run And honey you know me, it's all or none There were sounds in my head Little voices whispering That I should go and this should end Oh, and I found myself listening
"Where I Stood" by Missy Higgins. (A very Emma-ish song, it seems.)
I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.
Jane Eyre
Bye bye, baby, don't be long I worry about you while you're gone
"Worry About You" by Ivy
Run away, run away tonight It ain't no victory, but I don't care I don't care if it's wrong or right
"Run Away," by Live
That thing I used to do.
So, this is a thing I used to do. And I'm bored. Really bored. Been bored for days. If you wanna see the levels my boredom has reached, look up "Sherlock" on Netflix and watch the first few minutes of "The Great Game." (Just up to the explosion. I think Sherlock stopped being bored then.) So... Emma invited Darla over. Which doesn't happen much, but, well, when you have an awesome trolling gift...