|A conversation with myself.
||[Sep. 8th, 2004|08:11 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
Self: So, Mel. You left work half an hour early. Did you have a good time?
Melly: I did. Aside from the fact that even a stiff breeze makes Baltimore forget how to drive.
Self: Did you have a nice dinner?
Melly: OMG you have no idea.. buffalo steak with bleu cheese crumbles and a baked potato with bacon and sour cream and ... oh.. just yum.
Self: And with Matt.. right?
Melly: Oh. Yeah. And Matt was there too.
Self: And you listed the couch you got as a gift on ebay.. right?
Melly: Yeah.. I did. And I feel a bit bad about that, really. But not really bad.
Self: So.. you also went shopping? Tell me. Aside from the Nicorette and the hair thingies, did you also just buy yourself new underwear?
Melly: *puffs up proud* I did indeed.
Self: And what kind of new underwear, pray tell?
Self: So.. you had a big dead animal with stinky cheese, you attempted to make a profit on a gift, you swore at other drivers, and you paid $4 for a thong with a big Supergirl "S" at the top of your butt. Did I miss anything? No? Didn't think so. You've had a full evening. Clearly you should have a big glass of wine, watch some Dead Like Me, and have sex with your boyfriend.
Melly: What a lovely plan. *does so*