• Me: I can't blog.
  • D: Oh?
  • Me: I can't believe this. Did you do this?
  • D: What? Why is it always my fault?
  • Me: Gee. Why in the world could it be your fault? I have things to get out there.
  • D: Maybe it's just not time to do that yet. Maybe you need to do some research.
  • Me: I want to get this started and it all sounds stupid.
  • D: Huh. Well. I guess it'll have to wait.
  • Me: I fucking hate you.
  • D: *winning smile*
  • Me: It's funny how you want me to blog about you and suddenly, nothing I write comes out properly.
  • D: Yeah, it's funny how that happens.
  • Me: So...?
  • D: What? I want you to blog about me.
  • Me: Can I work on something else?
  • D: LIKE WRITING?!?!?!?!

“I can’t tell you.”

“That’s not my secret to tell.”

“Here’s some gibberish.”

“You’re asking the wrong deity!”

“Well, what do you think?”

I wouldn’t be asking you if I knew now, would I?

Speaking in riddles and gibberish isn’t help-iiiiing.

  • D: Are you writing this tonight?
  • Me: I don't know. I'm tired.
  • D: I've been patient.
  • Me: Whoa, dude. Whoa.
  • D: Meeeeee. All about meeeeeee.
  • Me: You're obviously new here.
  • D: *glowers*
  • Me: I put you off, you whine, I give in at my own convenience.
  • D: You are -sensored-

Me So, when money happens, I’m buying you sage and cedar incense.
Hekate Okay.
Me Do you think you’ll like it?
Hekate We’ve had this discussion.
Me Fine! Then I’ll just do whatever the hell I want! And you’ll like it.
Hekate Ah. Now you’re learning.
Me Humph.