*when I went to bed last night* Well at least I have some time to figure out what to do for a giveaway. It’ll take a while to hit 750.
*when I woke up this morning* … goddamnit O.O
Seriously though I know I’ve been going on and on about how amazing you all are, but I mean it. You’re amazing <3 I promise I’ll be doing a giveaway soon, I have to get some other real life things done first, fun book related things :)
According to some people on my Facebook, the pic of me in the red Mario hat makes me look like some secret fighting game character.
I am so beyond o.k. with this you have no idea. My love for fighting games is serious business. Like someone mentioned Terry Bogard and now I’m super fangirl happy.
1. The thing about having it all is that, in reality, he doesn’t.
It’s an illusion, really, that other people see when they look at him.
For one thing, there’s no clear meaning as to what all even is, what constitutes it, and how one goes about obtaining it. He gets the superficial meaning, of course — looks, money, popularity — but is that, really, all?
Despite this, whatever all is, he’s fairly certain that he wants to keep it — or so he’s told by everyone around him. Apparently, he’s lucky to have it all, so lucky, in fact, that they wish they had it, themselves. Therefore, he’d be a fool to let it go.
So he keeps himself locked tightly in his closet, safe, where he can keep it all.
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2. She wishes there was a handbook on who the one is and how to obtain such a person. She hears her friends and family talking about it all the time, or rather, the female friends and family in her life. What she knows so far is this: the one is someone she is destined to find, either by her own attempts or by sheer luck of the draw. The one is someone she is supposed to desire, to the point of bettering herself to make herself appealing to the one.
But most importantly, the one? Male. Definitely male.
… right?
In which my morning drabble ramblings touch topics that are personal to me (particularly the second one for reasons) May expand on these later?
*Babe orders a chicken sandwich and I order a cheeseburger*
Me: Oh wow, yours looks good, can I try a bite?
Babe: No.
Me: Please?
Babe: No.
Me: I’ll have sex with you tonight.
Babe: … did you just proposition me for sex for a chicken sandwich?
Me: Nope. For a bite of a chicken sandwich.
*Both of us proceed to laugh our asses off*
