Reads
About Indie, love triangles, and destruction
Not about Ninjas
Faces
Of fabulous inventions
Scrap paper poetry
The Girl
Is trying to figure out who she is one day at a time.
more?
Loves
Frowns on
Disclaimer
EXit if you hate it.
To her great chagrin I have used the deadly D!
...written on 2006-02-14, @ 5:08 p.m.
"The world is ending." She crowed, clutching her black leather purse to her chest.
"What?" He asked, eyes glazed from various indulgent activities.
"The world is coming to an end."
"Oh. Izzat all?" He still seemed a little spacey but the girl didn't mind terribly. The destruction of the world can be a perplexing thing."How?"
"Sexually transmitted disease...sorry, infection."
It seemed obvious to her but he didn't think so. He scratched his thigh and looked at her with his head tipped slightly to the left," Wouldn't the human race just be ending?"
"Nope, the whole world. In a fiery batch of syphilis."
"That doesn't make any-"
She cut him off by shoving a Valentine's chocolate in his mouth. "Happy VD day, hon." She smiled. "That was my way of telling you that I slept with your best friend and he gave me his nasty disease. I have probably passed it on to you. But it is okay because I love you and we will get through it together."
"What.the.fuck?" he hissed. And then he woke up utterly alone.