"You ever feel like you're competing with ghosts, Muse?" I said. "That's where I'm at sometimes these days."
"Silly boy. You just need more exorcise." She punched me in the arm. "Get it? Exorcise."
"You're a complete fuckwad sometimes, you know."
She nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes, definitely."
Out the window, across the river in Canada, lightning flashed.
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I've decided "fucktard" is my favorite new word. It rolls off the tongue. :P
Christ why I am awake so early? *groan*
-B
Near as I've figured, the scale runs like this (from least to greatest fuckwittery):
Fucker
Fuckwit
Fuckwad
Fucktard
I have some weird friends.
*gigglefit*
Look! Something shiny!
*scootscootscoot*
Oh, wait. You put them in descending order, I'll bet.
(is there nothing more fun than inventing new systems of measurement for things????)
-B
You're very welcome.
It's good to measure things! And the more we can measure things in comparison to fuckwittery, the better off we are!
Knowledge can be power, but it also can be terribly depressing.
We're both awake too early. Meh.
maybe some English Muffin pizzas will make it feel better. teehee. nummers. :)
-B+
Mmmmm...
Pizza...
And I realized just how OCD I am. All sandwiches must be made in the following order: bread first, then slice of bologna, centered on the bread, then slice of cheese, centered on top of bologna, then dollop of ketchup in exact center of cheese slice, then other slice of bread. No variation of said formula will work. And also, I always squish my sandwiches entirely flat before eating them, distributing the ketchup to all corners of the bread. I can't eat a sandwich on fluffy bread. Unless it's like, a sub sandwich or something.
Freak=me. :)
-B