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So, imagine you’re having yourself a nice little daydream. Everything is happiness and light (or maybe not, but your own version of a happy place anyway…sorry will try to focus in the future) SO, you’re dreaming along tralala and such - then your tricksy subconscious rears its snarky head and your dream takes a turn for the worse. It happens to me, and a bit more often than I care to admit actually. So in an effort to make you feel more normal, I’m sharing a bit of my crazy with you…
For the purpose of this example of how my brain hates me, the male lead was played by none other than Gareth David-Lloyd in his role as tea boy extraordinaire Ianto. The female lead is me of course, because if there is anyplace mary-sueing (is that a verb now? Huh. Sorry - FOCUS!) *ahem* If there is anyplace that mary-sueing is acceptable its in your dreams, right? Want to see you all nodding here……Thank you.
We join the dream already in progress ---
He enters the room, picks up my cup and takes a big drink. Which he then fights not to spit out with a gasp and disgusted glare at the offending contents.
“What in the hell are you drinking?!”
“Well I didn’t feel 100% and so I…” I started.
“…Decided to off yourself?” he ever so helpfully finished.
“Hey now! It tastes good!” I’m starting to get defensive here. Insulting a barista’s creations is just rude.
“If you like liquid plumber” He says it with a Jack smirk. You know the one.
“It is NOT liquid plumber! It’s chai and coffee and caramel and soy and”
“Chlorine and lead and”
“You don’t even know what’s in draino!” I interrupt and practically growl back at him.
“First off” Starts Mr. Superior, who has chosen this exact moment to try and remove himself from my list of imaginary boyfriends. He gestures around the hub “Who do you think cleans up around here? Second, all I have to do is send a sample of this” He picks up the cup looking at the drink with a shudder before setting it back down “Yes, by analyzing this very sample, I can mass produce my own drain cleaner. As caustic as it is, it might even work a bit faster.”
“You are not the only one who can make a good cup of coffee!” Uh oh, my hands have moved to my hips. Not a good sign.
“That” He gestures at the cup “is evidence to the contrary. It’s almost as bad as the crunchy americanos for Christ’s sake!”
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At which point my brain took pity on me and returned me to reality. Unfortunately, it’s a reality where only one other person appreciates the healing power of the Get Better Drink (patent pending)
So this one’s for you,
Japonica Sue
(look I made a little rhyme!)
For the purpose of this example of how my brain hates me, the male lead was played by none other than Gareth David-Lloyd in his role as tea boy extraordinaire Ianto. The female lead is me of course, because if there is anyplace mary-sueing (is that a verb now? Huh. Sorry - FOCUS!) *ahem* If there is anyplace that mary-sueing is acceptable its in your dreams, right? Want to see you all nodding here……Thank you.
We join the dream already in progress ---
He enters the room, picks up my cup and takes a big drink. Which he then fights not to spit out with a gasp and disgusted glare at the offending contents.
“What in the hell are you drinking?!”
“Well I didn’t feel 100% and so I…” I started.
“…Decided to off yourself?” he ever so helpfully finished.
“Hey now! It tastes good!” I’m starting to get defensive here. Insulting a barista’s creations is just rude.
“If you like liquid plumber” He says it with a Jack smirk. You know the one.
“It is NOT liquid plumber! It’s chai and coffee and caramel and soy and”
“Chlorine and lead and”
“You don’t even know what’s in draino!” I interrupt and practically growl back at him.
“First off” Starts Mr. Superior, who has chosen this exact moment to try and remove himself from my list of imaginary boyfriends. He gestures around the hub “Who do you think cleans up around here? Second, all I have to do is send a sample of this” He picks up the cup looking at the drink with a shudder before setting it back down “Yes, by analyzing this very sample, I can mass produce my own drain cleaner. As caustic as it is, it might even work a bit faster.”
“You are not the only one who can make a good cup of coffee!” Uh oh, my hands have moved to my hips. Not a good sign.
“That” He gestures at the cup “is evidence to the contrary. It’s almost as bad as the crunchy americanos for Christ’s sake!”
----
At which point my brain took pity on me and returned me to reality. Unfortunately, it’s a reality where only one other person appreciates the healing power of the Get Better Drink (patent pending)
So this one’s for you,
Japonica Sue
(look I made a little rhyme!)
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Date: 2009-02-20 03:35 am (UTC)From:You want me to kick Daydream!Ianto in the shins for ya? I will, you know...
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Date: 2009-02-20 04:03 am (UTC)From:Oh, and thanks for the support!
*going back to daydream*