I am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for.
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I am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for.
Sylvia Plath, “Lesbos,” from Ariel: The Restored Edition
But you could be, that’s what the kids would call you! I know the feeling too, well if any of them need homes, you know where to find me. You could always learn, I mean it can’t be that hard, people make terrible home videos all the time.
Kids are tyrants though, that's why I avoid them. You're gonna regret saying that when I show up on your door step with a box full of puppies. Really cute, cuddly puppies. She nodded shrugging slightly. You've got a point, but something tells me Monroe Falls, isn't the place to start.
Then keep them all for yourself? Crazy dog lady. Damn straight, and you could probably make more than three of them.
I am not a crazy dog lady... I just know what it's like not to have a home. Possibly, now if only I knew anything about film making.
Magic.
Oh how very very descriptive, please, tell me more.
Finally.
How'd you pull that off?
Spoiler: 001
Spoilers for: Nothing I can think of.
Oddly enough now that Mickie knows that Eleanor is a ghost and still hanging around she's going a lot better. She's not drinking as much and she's actually leaving her house in an effort to make friends (other than Jack). She'll probably never claim another human again because she lost two in such a short time but at least she's getting better, right?
Well you could give them to a shelter or something. Ninjas puppies, sound like a great kids movie..
True, but as part canine myself something doesn't feel right about it. Whole lot better than Spy Kids.
Please do, that would make this a lot more bearable, and cute.
Then I'd be stuck with a pack of puppies and no one to adopt them. Unless trained them to be ninjas.
For the puppies. And wusses.
I think if I hear one more person bitch about it'll turn them into an actual puppy.
Bunch of wusses you guys are.
I don't see what the big deal is, is not shifting that bad?
Coffee - Jack
Coffee: My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours
To be honest Michaela hadn’t been doing so well since she stopped drinking so much, and by so much I mean going from downing six bottles of vodka a day just to feel buzzed to drinking nothing but water solvable products. No, now she was streamlining the caffeined stuff like it was the last beverage on earth and if her tremors were anything to go by she had over done this as well. She was jittery, jumpy and way too energetic to stay home alone so she did the only thing she could. She followed her nose — literally — to the one person that she knew wouldn’t turn her away: Jack Jack.
Mickie couldn’t explain what it was about the weird, sometimes irritating little witch boy but she always found herself much happier in his presence so as she tumbled through his bedroom window she prayed he was at least home and… mostly clothed. But the latter she could live without to be honest. She landed on her back with a thud. “Ow… mothershit that hurt.” And suddenly she was giggling, crawling across the floor on all fours in hopes of somehow finding her legs and the boy she was here for at the same time. “Jack Jack? Jackyboy? I’ve fallen and can’t get up, tell me you have Life Alert.” Finally making it to the edge of the bed she pulled herself up, clambering on top of the sheets and settled in. Her tremors slowed as she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and welcoming the scent around her until her heart beat slowed, bit by bit, beat by half beat until suddenly she was tittering on the brink of sleep; clutching one of Jacks dirty shirts to her chest.
Aww you’re fond of me, eh? How sweet- I’m fond of you too, Mick-Mick. And what kind of balls are you talking about? Tsk tsk, your minds in the gutter, I was talking about fireballs.
...Isn't that obvious numb nuts? Aw, is this the part where I drop my towel and let you act out your favorite porno? Oh I know you were, but I wasn't and haven't been this whole time.
"I’m a mess.."
Mentally or physically?
Yet. It’ll happen, trust me. Oh great, now who am I going to pawn the candy off too, it makes me sick. Although, I gotta say sometime putting strange balls in your mouth is fun.
I doubt it, I oddly fond of you so it may take awhile. For whom, Jackie, because it's not always been fun on this end.