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31 October 2006

Look, we need to talk.
We don't need to talk about it anymore
Yesterday's just a memory
Can we close the door
posted by jonmc 31 October | 14:32
Talk? No, we need to look.
posted by danostuporstar 31 October | 14:32
Oh, I see how it is now. Now YOU need to talk? Fine, talk away, then. I'm listening.
posted by Lipstick Thespian 31 October | 14:38
It's not you. It's me. Or maybe it's Jon.
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson 31 October | 14:41
It wasn't me. The chainsaw thing. It wasn't.
posted by Specklet 31 October | 14:51
Sigh. You pretend to listen, but you don't HEAR me.
posted by mudpuppie 31 October | 15:00
Why must we talk? Why can we not just make like crazed weasels?
posted by Orange Swan 31 October | 15:03
Did somebody say something? I wasn't listening.
posted by jonmc 31 October | 15:03
Why can we not just make like crazed weasels?

or a wicked weasel? (NSFW)
posted by jonmc 31 October | 15:05
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posted by mcgraw 31 October | 15:06
What we really need are oatmeal scotchies. Or maybe just the scotch...

(don't talk with your mouth full)
posted by Pips 31 October | 15:11
Look, I'm HEARING you, alright? It's just that in btw the recap of your grocery run, What Mr. Miller Said To His Wife and your chattering on about needing to call your best friend for that Apple Brown Betty recipe, I just can't remember what the issue even IS!

I need a drink. And don't look at me like that.
posted by Lipstick Thespian 31 October | 15:14
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posted by Triode 31 October | 15:14
Yay! Oatmeal Scotchies!

*claps hands gleefully*
posted by jonmc 31 October | 15:18
At night, the ice weasels come.
posted by Specklet 31 October | 15:26
Well at least THEY'RE getting some.
posted by mudpuppie 31 October | 15:28
You Fit Into Me by Margaret Atwood


You fit into me,
Like a hook into an eye,
A fishhook
An open eye.
posted by omiewise 31 October | 15:30
There was always blood on your apple.
posted by danf 31 October | 15:56
I hear you. I hear the things you don't say, too. The slow echo between heartbeats, the breaths like rising tides. The thin smile, the sigh of hunger smoldering in a cold, dead fire. Blinking tears of boredom like blood on razor wire. Eternally adrift on a still, indifferent sea. You no longer want what you desire. Or maybe that's just me.
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson 31 October | 16:47
we've changed... and actually... I've changed you for someone else... You should meet him thought... he is just like you before us...
posted by maku 31 October | 17:43
I feel we both represent our interests best when we talk right past one another. No messy middle ground, no partial understandings, no chance that either of us will be misunderstood. I'm in the same room as you, I'm actively engaged in vigorously making my point, and you haven't heard a word I've said, and don't feel a bit obligated to react to anything I say, however condescendingly you might, if you heard even one syllable I've ever offered.

This is perfect. Don't ever change, you deaf, blind tool.
posted by paulsc 31 October | 18:14
This relationship is just not in the best interests of baseball.

I am sorry.
posted by danf 31 October | 18:48
Talk? May I just type instead?
posted by wendell 31 October | 19:04
if mudpuppie would marry me i'd convert to lesbianism.
posted by quonsar 31 October | 20:49
Heh heh.

I almost married you once...
posted by mudpuppie 31 October | 20:54
Well, we do need to talk. But it will help if you admit one thing or another. Or call them by their real names, you know? What is the point of pretending anymore? Yes, lets be e-x-p-l-i-c-i-t! Whoa! What a revelation. I know, we will never be able to go back after that. But you know, it might be better. Otherwise, I can keep talking to the wall and the furniture. I get the same feedback, dammit.
posted by carmina 31 October | 22:31
Wow. The openness here moves me to make a confession: you all need to take your curtains to the cleaner's now. Sorry, I don't know what came over me.
posted by trondant 01 November | 00:18
There were two cigarettes left in the Marlboro pack on my desk, || Great pumpkin.

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