GIP

[fahye]

Casanova wants YOU! (However, David Tennant is MINE.)

I need someone to come and take away my copy of Thud! so that Vimes stops staring at me accusingly and I have no reason to avoid my schoolwork.

(I am only kidding. Anyone trying to remove Thud! will find themselves nursing a black eye. It's a heavy hardcover book and I am a Woman On The Edge. Details to follow.)

Speaking of icons, Josie? I thought you might like this.



Fahye: *walking into campus* Ow, my toe. I must have a blister. Shame on you, pair of Colorado sandals #7719*
Toe: *is a little pink with a break in the skin*
Fahye: *sighs, grins and bears it, heads off to library to finish research paper*

~ about ten minutes later ~

Toe: *starts kicking up a mofo of a throbbing itchy fuss*
Fahye: Oh, what? *looks down*
Toe: *IS SWOLLEN AND BRIGHT PINK AND SEEPING A SUSPICIOUS FLUID*
Fahye: AIIIEEEEEEEE SPIDER BITE.
Paper: Leave me. Your toe needs medical attention.
Fahye: But I have to give a seminar presentation on you! On Thursday!
Paper: It might have been a dangerous spider. Your foot could rot and fall off. You could DIE.
Toe: *throbs ominously*
Fahye: Point.

~ a little after that ~

Fahye: Now, I'll just slip my sandals back on...
Toe: OH NO YOU DON'T, BIZATCH!
Fahye: OWFUCK. Okay. I'll just hobble...across Union Court...barefoot...
Skies: *rain*
Fahye: Fuck you too, world. *hobbles forthwith*

~ in the uni pharmacy ~

Fahye: *limps tragically around store procuring bite ointment, bandaids, tissues* This will be all. I just need to clean and dress my foot. If I die, please scatter my ashes in a small grove near -
Pharmacist: Um, would you like a chair?
Fahye: Nonsense, good woman! I shall suffer in silence! Yesplease.
Chair: *is brought*
Fahye: *gets her first aid on*

~ in the refectory ~

Paper: So...about this seminar presentation?
Fahye: Sorry, no computers nearby *virtuously works on biology logbook instead* *with coffee and iPod*
Toe: *reclines on nearby seat, already hurting less*
Paper: You're fucked.
Fahye: SHUT UP I JUST TOTALLY HAD A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE.

* NB - I do not actually own this many pairs of Colorado sandals, nor do I even own enough to make that kind of ridiculous hyperbole justifiable. I own two pairs. I am, however, including all those pairs of Colorado sandals that I want to buy so badly I have contemplated the sale of my own kidney on a few occasions when walking past the shop. These exist in potentia, as it were, and if they were any more tangible I'd have to have a whole extra room to store them in. Possibly a small warehouse. Like the Pork Futures Warehouse!

Don't argue with me. Colorado sandals are serious business.

Comments

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

It can't be that hard! I will teach you the fine art of looking really helpless.

O M G WHAT KIND OF RESEARCH PAPER QUOTES ROUSSEAU

IT IS GETTING IDEAS ABOVE ITS STATION

*gets her classist on*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Ji, honey, you remember we had that talk about my self-sufficiency complex?

MY PAPER SPEAKS FOR THE PROLETARIAT

*duh! duh duh duh duh duuuuh!*

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Maaaybe! You could think of it as getting a bitch instead.

PREPARE TO DIE, PAPER! JE M'APPELLE CHARLOTTE CORDAY

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Now, see, that's tricksy logic. Nice.

IF THERE IS HOPE, IT LIES WITH THE PROLES MY DRIVING NEED FOR SLEEP.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

>D *master of justification*

YOU LOVE BIG BROTHER

[fahye.livejournal.com]

I could hold tryouts.

SLEEP IS DOUBLEPLUSGOOD.