i've gotta be either dead or dreamin';

[rocknload]

Bridgette: I'm taking your things, Brittany. How does that make you feel?
Brittany: Robbed.
Bridgette: *walking away with my stuff in her hands* ♪Taking is like giving if you're at the other end~♪

I don't think I've got people's respect.

goyutasama has charged me with writing her fanfiction to suit her interests and then sending them to her. I'm supposed to feel sorry for her because she's trapped on the US Kitty Hawk out on the ocean in a location she's not allowed to disclose with absolutely no Internet outside of her email and basically nothing to do for entertainment. Tch, it takes more than that to inspire pity from me.

... Maybe I'll get that Dexter/Psych she always wanted started later today.

I can't wait for my mom to get up. I'm going to utterly destroy Newsies for her. I've also got to convince my parents to watch American Psycho, because for one, that movie's hilarious, and also because me and Bryce make references to it pretty constantly, now. Because it's hilarious.

I think I'll apply at Little America. yamiaudra tells me they're always hiring and a quick perusal of the classified ads confirms this theory. And I'll clean the bathroom. And work on the kitchen. And I think I've got some laundry that needs washing. I'm up bright and early, might as well get something done, yeah?

Edit: For someone who considers themselves so lucky, a remarkable number of statistically improbably bad things happen to me.

... And I really liked living without my parents. A lot.

Comments

[idgiebay]

...wow. My name is Bridgette and I got very confused for a second. XD

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Aha, really? ^^ YOUR NAME QUALIFIES YOU TO JOIN MY FAMILY. CONGRATULATIONS. Oh, you also have to like Star Trek: The Original Series.

[idgiebay]

Yes, and I never see anyone else spell it that way, so I was like, "...wait, what?"

STAR TREK: THE ORIGINAL SERIES WAS THE ONLY STAR TREK I WAS EVER ABLE TO GET INTO, SO CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE A NEW FAMILY MEMBER. *starts moving in*

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Me, either! With the fancy French thing on the end and everything!

OH, AWESOME. I WAS AFRAID WE'D GET A BRENDA OR SOMETHING. Just. DON'T STEAL MY STUFF.

[immelmanturn.livejournal.com]

What's her email, again?

[ignitible.livejournal.com]

.... For a moment I thought Little America was an rpg and you were gonna app there.

Clearly, I need to get in touch with the real world again. DDD:

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Pffft, an RPG, a job, same difference.

[ignitible.livejournal.com]

They both end up being a pain in your side.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

And they both suck up your time.

[ignitible.livejournal.com]

At least with a job you get paid.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Ideally, yes.

[destructively.livejournal.com]

......D: Do you want to talk things over on AIM sometime? I'm always here to listen, kay?

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Aha, things are pretty fine at this particular moment, actually! Some incoherent rambling last night helped, not to mention... a total of five hours of sleep, or so? ^^

[unicorn]

Your proposed day sounds productive. Even with bad things, with any luck?

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

The bad things are stuff I'm used to! I'm just realizing that most people don't fall face first into the microwave or regularly have electronics fail in their presence.

[unicorn]

These things DO happen to us. Just not. All the time.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Exactly.

[parcus.livejournal.com]

As long as its better than the saloon.

... also, I am Bridgette! I do that all the time to my older and younger siblings.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

You do terrible things while singing the most appropriate, vaguely sociopathic lyrics you can think of to accompany them?

[parcus.livejournal.com]

Yeah. :D

"Uh-oh ~ looks like you can't do this today. :D"

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

That's not scary enough!

[parcus.livejournal.com]

Iloveyoursister.

Butshe'salittlescary.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Only a little?

[theeternalmind.livejournal.com]

You're too nice. This is how it should have gone:

Bridgette: I'm taking your things, Brittany. How does that make you feel?
Brittany: Homicidal.
Bridgette: *walking away with my stuff in her hands* ♪Taking is like giving if y*HURK*
Brittany: *leaves the knife in her sister's back, retrieves her stuff* Yeah, that's what I thought. *kicks the corpse* Bitch.

And then you leave her headless corpse on the front lawn as a warning to any others who might dare to think of stealing from you. The head, of course, is propped up on a spike just outside your room. You rig up an electronic device so that whenever someone comes to your room to try to take stuff or otherwise bother you, her jaw moves and she says in a spooky voice, "Doooooon't doooooo iiiiiiiiit, or you'll end up like MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Liiiiiiike meeeeeeeeeeeeee......" And make it really loud and soundproof your room so you yourself can't hear it and thus can't be disturbed from your wonderful, wonderful sleep.

And if they come in anyway, that's what the machine gun trap is for.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

... Bridgette's not impressed. Not at all.

[theeternalmind.livejournal.com]

She's not supposed to be impressed, she's supposed to be dead.