EARL GREY. HOT.
Azzerae is pretty pissed at me lately. I want you all to know this. He comes by it honestly. I really f***** things up for him again. (What is that even
like? Is it like, seeing the tide come in? Is it like, seeing the fog roll in? Is it like seeing your mother's new boyfriend coming by to pick her up? Help me out here. Are there actual
klaxons? Do red lights flash while everybody battens down the hashes? You have already taken away my ability to start polls, O Great Deity; what more must I do, to save your bacon yet
again?)
That being said, when my fault is not at hand, my sympathy is not usually either. "Warning cool and lifeguard not on duty swimming don't risk” doesn't make for a very readable sign, but I'm pretty sure you know what I mean.
Anyway, I've been asking him questions and he's been not answering them. Not even the usual duck and cover with the triple–b dodge. Now, I know what this means: It means, something went “wrong,” and it's serious, LIKE REALLY JACKSTAR, GO TO DRUNK YOU'RE BED, and he's mad cuz he can't tell me about it. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE AT LEAST HE'S NOT MAD BECAUSE HE'S LOST HIS BEST FRIEND HE'S EVER GOING TO HAVE: ME, JACKSTAR DESTROYER OF DREAMS & POTTED PLANTS SOMEONE PARKED TOO CLOSE TO THE PARKWAY.
I get this a lot lately. Slow, quiet stare. “Conflict Of Interest,” they call it on the other thread.
You know, the one with all the lawyers in it.
ANYWAY I MISS Azzerae, BUT, I'M NOT REALLY TALKING TO HIM RIGHT NOW.
Hence:
The Actor. More, after the break.
