Writer's Block: Single pride day
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If my life were a soap opera...
I will finally strike up the courage to ask the hot neighbor out on a date. And then, as I put on a cute dress (despite it being February and freezing out there), the doorbell rings. It's my old boyfriend, John, who woke up from his five year coma, jumped in the car, and drove over. I don't know how to tell him that I've fallen in love with someone else, so I tell him to meet me at the restaurant, and spend the night going from place to place until the hotties figure out what's going on. When they do, for some reason, they start dueling with dinner knives.
But my life is more of a romantic comedy...
I will sit on my couch, crying about how I'm morbidly overweight (or rather, the Hollywood version of morbidly overweight), ugly (or rather, the Hollywood version of ugly), and how nobody LOVES me except my cat. Who I'm allergic to and have to give away! :'( And then a guy named after a Jane Austen character knocks on my door and literally sweeps me off my feet.
Or maybe it's a sitcom...
My new date gets sick with Canned Laugh Disease; no matter what anyone says or does, he can't stop laughing.
Or perhaps it's a vampire romance...
I find out that I'm in love with a vampire, but for some reason this doesn't bother me. Until things turn angsty.
Or a Joss Whedon romance...
My boyfriend starts to propose when he is suddenly sucked into a hell dimension. Or the above happens. ^
Better yet, a country song...
I steal his horse and his car and head back home.
And we all know what a country song backwards is...
I come back with the car and the horse.
If my life were a soap opera...
I will finally strike up the courage to ask the hot neighbor out on a date. And then, as I put on a cute dress (despite it being February and freezing out there), the doorbell rings. It's my old boyfriend, John, who woke up from his five year coma, jumped in the car, and drove over. I don't know how to tell him that I've fallen in love with someone else, so I tell him to meet me at the restaurant, and spend the night going from place to place until the hotties figure out what's going on. When they do, for some reason, they start dueling with dinner knives.
But my life is more of a romantic comedy...
I will sit on my couch, crying about how I'm morbidly overweight (or rather, the Hollywood version of morbidly overweight), ugly (or rather, the Hollywood version of ugly), and how nobody LOVES me except my cat. Who I'm allergic to and have to give away! :'( And then a guy named after a Jane Austen character knocks on my door and literally sweeps me off my feet.
Or maybe it's a sitcom...
My new date gets sick with Canned Laugh Disease; no matter what anyone says or does, he can't stop laughing.
Or perhaps it's a vampire romance...
I find out that I'm in love with a vampire, but for some reason this doesn't bother me. Until things turn angsty.
Or a Joss Whedon romance...
My boyfriend starts to propose when he is suddenly sucked into a hell dimension. Or the above happens. ^
Better yet, a country song...
I steal his horse and his car and head back home.
And we all know what a country song backwards is...
I come back with the car and the horse.
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Date: 2010-02-08 09:28 pm (UTC)O_o Really? I can actually see Wash/Kaylee (provided Zoe had been killed off or something), but while I always thought Jayne had a bit of a crush on Kaylee, I never thought he'd want to be in a real relationship with someone, much less her.
Why did you hate Simon and Kaylee, though? I loved them! Although I did feel that the tension sometimes came across as forced.