I Am No Longer The Notebook...I Am Entirely Grease 2
December 27th 2006 10:32
An email between a now deceased person (virtually erased, not actually dead) and myself has made me realise a couple of things.
First of all...that I'm not allowed his pink laptop just yet (since he's not actually deceased...he's just been virtually canned)...
(That's the real kicker, right there. Not getting that laptop)
And that secondly, and most importantly, I've realised I'm not Ally from The Notebook...
(Okay, I am, but for this post, just humour me)
... I'm actually Stephanie from Grease 2, like I intially longed to be.
I find myself very alarmingly like her today:
Just when I found you, I lost you...I found myself murmuring to our recently erased (Homer Joyce, for you that haven't cottoned on yet...I know. Trying to be subtle. Apparantly just coming out and saying things these days is very bad, and is not allowed)...
No ketchup!!...I found myself screaming at the girl down at the local burger store (will not name fast food joints...I'm suddenly all-too aware of repurcussions for things I say, or may not say)...
All male periscopes down!!...I found myself saying, in an imitation of how I should act...(males are not allowed erections. Oh, no. That is very bad...
What am I supposed to do with all my romantic heroes in my books??? If your hero permanently has his periscope down, the heroine would send him to a doctor...perhaps Dr Bloggs is available??)
Get bent!...I found myself shouting at my laptop in response to some things said on Orble today...
Oh, wait. That was Mindy from The Simpsons. Perhaps I'm just Michelle Phieffer all round (I wish).
And, of course, there's that little thing Stephanie says (or sings) that I live by:
Think Pink!
(But apparantly pinkness is waaay too sexy for some. I have no idea why. I thought Pink was all about sensuality...and a bit of innocence mixed in)
I may have missed the point entirely here (Stef is not known for her intelligence, after all. Just her sauciness)...
But this is my farewell to Homer Joyce (subtle, hey??). May he Rest In Peace.
And give me your damn laptop!
xooxo
First of all...that I'm not allowed his pink laptop just yet (since he's not actually deceased...he's just been virtually canned)...
(That's the real kicker, right there. Not getting that laptop)
And that secondly, and most importantly, I've realised I'm not Ally from The Notebook...
(Okay, I am, but for this post, just humour me)
... I'm actually Stephanie from Grease 2, like I intially longed to be.
I find myself very alarmingly like her today:
Just when I found you, I lost you...I found myself murmuring to our recently erased (Homer Joyce, for you that haven't cottoned on yet...I know. Trying to be subtle. Apparantly just coming out and saying things these days is very bad, and is not allowed)...
No ketchup!!...I found myself screaming at the girl down at the local burger store (will not name fast food joints...I'm suddenly all-too aware of repurcussions for things I say, or may not say)...
All male periscopes down!!...I found myself saying, in an imitation of how I should act...(males are not allowed erections. Oh, no. That is very bad...
What am I supposed to do with all my romantic heroes in my books??? If your hero permanently has his periscope down, the heroine would send him to a doctor...perhaps Dr Bloggs is available??)
Get bent!...I found myself shouting at my laptop in response to some things said on Orble today...
Oh, wait. That was Mindy from The Simpsons. Perhaps I'm just Michelle Phieffer all round (I wish).
And, of course, there's that little thing Stephanie says (or sings) that I live by:
Think Pink!
(But apparantly pinkness is waaay too sexy for some. I have no idea why. I thought Pink was all about sensuality...and a bit of innocence mixed in)
I may have missed the point entirely here (Stef is not known for her intelligence, after all. Just her sauciness)...
But this is my farewell to Homer Joyce (subtle, hey??). May he Rest In Peace.
And give me your damn laptop!
xooxo
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