Audrey TH has determined that she likes to say 'fucked in the lubricant of my own blood' often. It's a random quote from Belong and it has seeped (excuse the pun) into her every day speech. She writes:
Ivy Blossom, you cannot hear me saying these words now, but I say them anyway: I am not making fun of you, I am not taking your name in vain; I really like this line. And like all things I really like, I'm going to use it exhaustively until I am utterly sick to death of it. Last time it was something like, "Hey, you're harshing my buzz" which where the hell did I ever pick that one up?
Take my name in vain, please. Just take it. take it and run with it as far as you can get. And when you get there, and you let go, I'll time how long it takes to smack back at me. It would probably make a squoosh noise, too. Cause that's kind of how things are going these days. Squoosh squoosh squoosh.
It is a strange line. I've been told that blood makes a terrible lubricant. Lubricant is a terrible word to slip in there at all. I have no idea what I was thinking. Well, I kind of know. I mean, it was supposed to have you imagine a horrible, bloody, painful, disturbing scene, of course. I guess it works for that. My new goal will be to write another line that you may use in such a manner.
Can I use 'you're harshing my buzz'?
And why do you think I can't hear you?
update: my hair is still too short. My head still hurts. But I have eaten (though I burned my nachos, and nachos can't really be considered a meal, can they?). I still haven't done my laundry, but I did strip my bed. I am outrageously tired. But I will recover. Still feeling no desire to keep writing this fic. I will. It will come back. Just not right now.
Ivy Blossom, you cannot hear me saying these words now, but I say them anyway: I am not making fun of you, I am not taking your name in vain; I really like this line. And like all things I really like, I'm going to use it exhaustively until I am utterly sick to death of it. Last time it was something like, "Hey, you're harshing my buzz" which where the hell did I ever pick that one up?
Take my name in vain, please. Just take it. take it and run with it as far as you can get. And when you get there, and you let go, I'll time how long it takes to smack back at me. It would probably make a squoosh noise, too. Cause that's kind of how things are going these days. Squoosh squoosh squoosh.
It is a strange line. I've been told that blood makes a terrible lubricant. Lubricant is a terrible word to slip in there at all. I have no idea what I was thinking. Well, I kind of know. I mean, it was supposed to have you imagine a horrible, bloody, painful, disturbing scene, of course. I guess it works for that. My new goal will be to write another line that you may use in such a manner.
Can I use 'you're harshing my buzz'?
And why do you think I can't hear you?
update: my hair is still too short. My head still hurts. But I have eaten (though I burned my nachos, and nachos can't really be considered a meal, can they?). I still haven't done my laundry, but I did strip my bed. I am outrageously tired. But I will recover. Still feeling no desire to keep writing this fic. I will. It will come back. Just not right now.