Brainstorm
Jag kan tydligen visst vara glad fastän jag mår förjävligt idag. Ish fick veta igår att medicinerna inte hjälpt typ, alls och nu är hon väldigt deppig för att hon måste börja om från början med två andra mediciner, så hon ska ta 7 tabletter om dagen. Dessutom vill hon göra slut med sin flicka.
Det är mitt jobb att hålla henne på ett okej humör. Jag mår skit, Wertigon hjälper inte direkt med sitt jävla BG-tjat och Lovi har fortfarande inte hört av sig. Jag vill inte skicka för många sms, om något har...
Oh.
Oh well that turned out shitty.
Jag undrar om jag inte ska gå och dö lite nu.
Okej jag mår lite bättre nu, och dessutom har jag EN läsare, WOO!
Känner mig ändå lite bleh, men jag tror jag tänker skylla på februarideppen. Och min brist på choklad jag tycker om. Och att jag inte har några pengar. Och att jag inte har en kärlek som tycker jag är deras kärlek OCKSÅ. Eh... det där blev mer än jag tänkte. Ah well.
In other words...
MICHAEL
He couldn’t pinpoint when it had actually happened. There was no way for him to put a date and time on when the change had come. He was sure she could, being a woman and all, mysterious creatures as they were. At the same time, she was so very unlike other women he had met.
Michael shifted position in the slightly uncomfortable chair, grasping the cup of coffee from the table in front of him. He wanted to explain to her how special she was to him, how she made him feel, how her hair looked when the sun shone on it and how fierce she looked with zombie blood all over her face. He shuddered at the thought. No, if he told her that she would think he was a sick pervert. Which he probably was, but that was entirely beside the point.
The coffee scalded his tongue and he hastily placed it back on the table, holding a hand to his mouth as if to ease the burn. Logics told him it didn’t work like that, but it was natural instinct. Besides, how could he know she felt the same way? Maybe he was just totally assuming stuff. What if she only saw him as a friend, or worse, a colleague? He drummed his fingers nervously against the table. What did he have to lose if he just asked?
Well, except that he might make her incredibly uncomfortable. She really didn’t seem like the kind of woman who got out a lot, or at all. She wasn’t old enough to drink, and he didn’t think she would like the bar scene much anyway. She seemed so content just reading a book or writing a report or hanging out with William.
A frightening thought struck him. Surely, those two weren’t…? No, he shrugged that thought off immediately. William was too old, and had too much moral for that. Though Michael couldn’t feel as sure about Cecil. She could totally fall for that old geezer. She seemed to be enough on the crazy side for that.
He let out a longing sigh. She really was beautiful. When he first saw her, he had to admit, bloody from fighting down zombies, his first thought had been “I‘d tap that.” He was almost ashamed to admit it. Almost. Then when he had pushed the zombie behind her and she had shot the head off of a zombie closing in on him, and they had looked each other in the eyes… He had thought it again.
Okay, so he was still very much thinking he would tap that shit. With her strength and her anger, imagine what she could do in the sack! But that was distracting from the point. He no longer only wanted to tap her, he wanted to.. Well, date her. Or at least ask her on a date, meet her outside of work and zombies and government bullshit. And William. He would swear to God that man seemed to know shit he shouldn’t know. Besides, they were close enough to be father and daughter, something that only made his previous thoughts so much more disturbing, and Michael knew as well as any other man who had once been a horny 15-year-old that dads were the best cockblockers in the world. Even when all that horny 15-year-old wanted to do was to make out and touch some boobies.
Raising his eyebrows, he felt he once again was getting away from the thought subject at hand. How was he supposed to ask Cecil out for a date? Dinner and movie maybe? Or was that overkill and he should settle for maybe a cup of coffee? Nah, they had drunk coffee together before, this job consumed a shitton of coffee. He knew her an a too personal level for just coffee to be a proper date. It had to be a different level. But was the right step really dinner? Dinner felt so… big, somehow. So real.
Just movies? Then it would be two buddies going to catch a flick. Not good enough. But dinner suddenly made him feel very awkward. Okay, get a fucking grip, Mike. You’re cooler then this.
Fun facts in the life of Michael; he listened to Bastion without admitting it, even pretended he was Bastion in front of the mirror on occasion. He separated all vegetables on the plate and ate them separately, one by one, even peas. He rarely ate meat and never fish. He was an only child and his dad had passed away, his mom lived in Virginia. He had started a BA in PI, but didn’t have the attention span to finish it. Maybe some day, he could be a gym teacher, but right now, he was very content fighting zombies.
A grin spread across his lips. He had seriously fought off hundreds of zombies, but he couldn’t even ask one woman out on a date?
(låt: King Creosote - Home in a sentence)
Det är mitt jobb att hålla henne på ett okej humör. Jag mår skit, Wertigon hjälper inte direkt med sitt jävla BG-tjat och Lovi har fortfarande inte hört av sig. Jag vill inte skicka för många sms, om något har...
Oh.
Oh well that turned out shitty.
Jag undrar om jag inte ska gå och dö lite nu.
Okej jag mår lite bättre nu, och dessutom har jag EN läsare, WOO!
Känner mig ändå lite bleh, men jag tror jag tänker skylla på februarideppen. Och min brist på choklad jag tycker om. Och att jag inte har några pengar. Och att jag inte har en kärlek som tycker jag är deras kärlek OCKSÅ. Eh... det där blev mer än jag tänkte. Ah well.
In other words...
MICHAEL
He couldn’t pinpoint when it had actually happened. There was no way for him to put a date and time on when the change had come. He was sure she could, being a woman and all, mysterious creatures as they were. At the same time, she was so very unlike other women he had met.
Michael shifted position in the slightly uncomfortable chair, grasping the cup of coffee from the table in front of him. He wanted to explain to her how special she was to him, how she made him feel, how her hair looked when the sun shone on it and how fierce she looked with zombie blood all over her face. He shuddered at the thought. No, if he told her that she would think he was a sick pervert. Which he probably was, but that was entirely beside the point.
The coffee scalded his tongue and he hastily placed it back on the table, holding a hand to his mouth as if to ease the burn. Logics told him it didn’t work like that, but it was natural instinct. Besides, how could he know she felt the same way? Maybe he was just totally assuming stuff. What if she only saw him as a friend, or worse, a colleague? He drummed his fingers nervously against the table. What did he have to lose if he just asked?
Well, except that he might make her incredibly uncomfortable. She really didn’t seem like the kind of woman who got out a lot, or at all. She wasn’t old enough to drink, and he didn’t think she would like the bar scene much anyway. She seemed so content just reading a book or writing a report or hanging out with William.
A frightening thought struck him. Surely, those two weren’t…? No, he shrugged that thought off immediately. William was too old, and had too much moral for that. Though Michael couldn’t feel as sure about Cecil. She could totally fall for that old geezer. She seemed to be enough on the crazy side for that.
He let out a longing sigh. She really was beautiful. When he first saw her, he had to admit, bloody from fighting down zombies, his first thought had been “I‘d tap that.” He was almost ashamed to admit it. Almost. Then when he had pushed the zombie behind her and she had shot the head off of a zombie closing in on him, and they had looked each other in the eyes… He had thought it again.
Okay, so he was still very much thinking he would tap that shit. With her strength and her anger, imagine what she could do in the sack! But that was distracting from the point. He no longer only wanted to tap her, he wanted to.. Well, date her. Or at least ask her on a date, meet her outside of work and zombies and government bullshit. And William. He would swear to God that man seemed to know shit he shouldn’t know. Besides, they were close enough to be father and daughter, something that only made his previous thoughts so much more disturbing, and Michael knew as well as any other man who had once been a horny 15-year-old that dads were the best cockblockers in the world. Even when all that horny 15-year-old wanted to do was to make out and touch some boobies.
Raising his eyebrows, he felt he once again was getting away from the thought subject at hand. How was he supposed to ask Cecil out for a date? Dinner and movie maybe? Or was that overkill and he should settle for maybe a cup of coffee? Nah, they had drunk coffee together before, this job consumed a shitton of coffee. He knew her an a too personal level for just coffee to be a proper date. It had to be a different level. But was the right step really dinner? Dinner felt so… big, somehow. So real.
Just movies? Then it would be two buddies going to catch a flick. Not good enough. But dinner suddenly made him feel very awkward. Okay, get a fucking grip, Mike. You’re cooler then this.
Fun facts in the life of Michael; he listened to Bastion without admitting it, even pretended he was Bastion in front of the mirror on occasion. He separated all vegetables on the plate and ate them separately, one by one, even peas. He rarely ate meat and never fish. He was an only child and his dad had passed away, his mom lived in Virginia. He had started a BA in PI, but didn’t have the attention span to finish it. Maybe some day, he could be a gym teacher, but right now, he was very content fighting zombies.
A grin spread across his lips. He had seriously fought off hundreds of zombies, but he couldn’t even ask one woman out on a date?
(låt: King Creosote - Home in a sentence)
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Postat av: Zoftis
Jag ser tonårspojken i Jessica har kommit ut igen ^^
Detta är komplexgivande bra och meningen "Which he probably was, but that was entirely beside the point." är en sådan härlig klassiker.
Mycket karaktärsinsyn i detta.
(Hur kan jag hha missat den här bloggen!!??)
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