Thanks! It was pretty awesome- I got LotMS in the mail! A present from myself, lol.
Both, dude. *laughs* One of the girls looked at me all hopefully/cautiously, and was like, 'What about Peterick?'. I was like, oh, dude! MFEO! Then I had to explain MFEO, but that's okay. They're new and learning! *g*
Ugh. I just. I want to write something like, how they switch off duing the dishes at night, which really means it alteranates who gets off their ass and throws out the take out boxes, because none of them are fucking motivated at night to break out real plates, let alone actually cook. Only their mothers' and Ray's cooking gets the good plates; their mothers because they feel bad about living like slobs, and Ray's cooking because there is no way something that good can be done justice on paper plates. But mostly, it's just the two of them on the couch, watching Jon Stewart in their PJ's with cartons of whatever-the-fuck-Frankie's-picked-up, Gee's feet tucked under Frankie's legs, both of them eating with one hand because they've got their hands laced together. It makes chopsticks really difficult, but really, really fun. Or how Gee is a girl, okay, and at first Frankie was a little more than horrified about the amount of dirty laundry that accumelates over one week, Girls are supposed to be clean, she stresses, and Gee just rolls her eyes and points at her with her toothbrush. That, she says, is a lie that your mother told you to get you to clean your room, a vicious, vicious lie, Francesca Iero, before rinsing her toothbrush in the sink and then using it to stir her paint water. Frankie's left to eyeball the growing mountain of dirty laundry in the corner of their bedroom and wonder when it will be the day that it swallows her whole. Ray reckoned next Tuesday, but Frankie's totally got her money on like, 3:00. This afternoon.
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Date: 2007-09-02 07:50 pm (UTC)Both, dude. *laughs* One of the girls looked at me all hopefully/cautiously, and was like, 'What about Peterick?'. I was like, oh, dude! MFEO! Then I had to explain MFEO, but that's okay. They're new and learning! *g*
Ugh. I just. I want to write something like, how they switch off duing the dishes at night, which really means it alteranates who gets off their ass and throws out the take out boxes, because none of them are fucking motivated at night to break out real plates, let alone actually cook. Only their mothers' and Ray's cooking gets the good plates; their mothers because they feel bad about living like slobs, and Ray's cooking because there is no way something that good can be done justice on paper plates. But mostly, it's just the two of them on the couch, watching Jon Stewart in their PJ's with cartons of whatever-the-fuck-Frankie's-picked-up, Gee's feet tucked under Frankie's legs, both of them eating with one hand because they've got their hands laced together. It makes chopsticks really difficult, but really, really fun. Or how Gee is a girl, okay, and at first Frankie was a little more than horrified about the amount of dirty laundry that accumelates over one week, Girls are supposed to be clean, she stresses, and Gee just rolls her eyes and points at her with her toothbrush. That, she says, is a lie that your mother told you to get you to clean your room, a vicious, vicious lie, Francesca Iero, before rinsing her toothbrush in the sink and then using it to stir her paint water. Frankie's left to eyeball the growing mountain of dirty laundry in the corner of their bedroom and wonder when it will be the day that it swallows her whole. Ray reckoned next Tuesday, but Frankie's totally got her money on like, 3:00. This afternoon.
So, er. Yeah.