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[nola_quicksilver]

The first time I couldn't wait to talk to someone about it. I talked to too many people about it, possibly (Elspeth, some randos at Elspeth's party, Kyle, every tattooer in the studio, that nice lady on the bus going to her granddaughter's birthday that one time, the weird barista guy at the coffee place, and our mail carrier).

The second time I haven't talked to anyone about. I don't want to hear someone tell me what a bad idea it was, or hear myself say something stupid to downplay it, and I don't want to somehow break the spell it still has on me. I've been thinking about that night for ten days, pretty much, and I'm not tired of it yet, which must be magic, right?

And here I am writing about it like I have a diary or something. I haven't written so much about anything since high school. What's happened to me? Does Sam's dick have actual powers?


I'm in the mood to do some sexy tattoos. Give me your best sexy tattoo idea, and I'll tell you how great it is and how much of a discount I'd give you if you booked me for it.

Not until after the parades end, though. I'm up to my ears in bad decision fleur-de-lis and Mardi Gras mask tattoos right now.



Yours would be free of charge, for excellent services rendered. Except the idea of you with a tattoo is weird, please don't get one.

Comments

[nola_cyclops]

I was putting the bunny ears through the loops by age five, actually. And no comment. And can I have that application back?

[nola_quicksilver]

No. I'm looking at it now. Wait, is this even the one I sent out? Did you improve the one I emailed you?

[nola_cyclops]

The formatting was terrible and you weren't asking the right questions.

[nola_quicksilver]

A) what the hell is the matter with you? B) what the hell is the matter with me that this makes me want to make out with you? C) I guess I probably should have looked at this before offering you the room.

[nola_cyclops]

You didn't look at it?!?! At all?!?!

[nola_quicksilver]

You had a briefcase. I thought you seemed legit!

[nola_cyclops]

I could have been carrying drugs in that briefcase! I could have stolen that briefcase!

[nola_quicksilver]

No way, the narc vibes were coming off you in waves.

[nola_cyclops]

You think everyone who wears a tie is a narc.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oh, right, you were also wearing a tie. And I was wearing my formal navy pajama pants. Why'd you say yes to me?

[nola_cyclops]

I thought you liked my improved form!!

[nola_quicksilver]

I admit it's more readable, okay? And you took out the part about whether you have access to HBO Go!

[nola_cyclops]

It wasn't relevant!

[nola_quicksilver]

SAM!!! Of COURSE it was!!!

[nola_cyclops]

How? Why?

[nola_quicksilver]

So I could watch Game of Thrones!!!

[nola_cyclops]

It did not occur to me that you would care about Game of Thrones.

[nola_quicksilver]

Why else would I ask?

[nola_cyclops]

I don't know, for some other, less interesting, show!

[nola_quicksilver]

Have you met me?

[nola_cyclops]

I've met you for the first time at least three times.

[nola_quicksilver]

Anyway, I'm calling your mom.

[nola_cyclops]

Well, goodbye forever, I'm going to preemptively die of embarrassment.

[nola_quicksilver]

I'm going to rehearse a little first.

"Hi, Sam's mom? This is Oliver, his roommate. No, he's not dead, though he's threatening it. Can you please send me some adorable childhood photos of him?"

(How am I doing so far?)

[nola_cyclops]

Disturbingly well.