ME: Hello word counter! Let's try to increase your numbers today.
WORD COUNTER: *remains the same*
ME: *bangs head on keyboard*
WORD COUNTER: *still not changing*
ME: *feeling guilty for not whumping Shep at all today*
WORD COUNTER: *waves* Hello-o? Anyone want to make me change? I'm tired of this number. *knocks on screen* Erika? Are you there?
ME: *ignores* *keeps tapping fingers and staring at nothing for half a day*
BRAIN: *whispers* Psst. Maybe you should just confess.
ME: *kicks brain* I have nothing to confess. *crosses arms defiantly*
WORD COUNTER: *feelz ignored*
BRAIN: *whispers* Just try. No one will know.
WORD COUNTER: *laughs* Of course they will know. On the second they put their eyes on me they'll see I haven't changed at all.
ME: *still ignores*
BRAIN: *whispers* You promised you would whump Sheppard good during the holiday.
ME: *feelz bad* *continues to tap fingers impatiently*
WORD COUNTER: *starts crying*
ME: *still feels bad but keeps on not writing* *walks back and forth staring at clock*
BRAIN: *whispers* It's still a couple hours away, maybe you should try to at least open the file.
ME: *doesn't open the file* *yells*
WORD COUNTER: *weeps and walks away in defeat*
ME: *tries to pretend not feeling bad* *failz* *still not opening file*
BRAIN: *sighs*
ME: *whispers* C'mon Doctor, arrive soon. *taps fingers waiting for the TARDIS to materialize*
SHEP: *cries for being ignored in favor of the Doctor*
ME: *soothing sounds* Shhhh, don't cry Shep. Don't worry I
will whump you. Be sure of that.
SHEP: *sobz*
ME: *backrubs Shep* You're still my number one love. For ever and ever. *a million hearts float around and pop loudly*
SHEP: *sobbing* Promise?
ME: *soothing* Of course Shep. Rest easy. I will never stop whumping you.
SHEP: *smiles a little* *sobs* Okay. *goes to sleep*
*winks at
queenfaithie* I hope you don't mind that I stole your posting style. xD But I can't help it if you rock. Still, feel free to be angry at me for not being as awesome as you are.
EDIT:
BROTHER: *stomps in* Are you using the internet?
ME: *rolls eyes*
BROTHER: I need to listen to the game.
ME: *wants to kick brother* *sobs* *iz weak*
BROTHER: *knows he's won*
ME: *says goodbye to Doctor Who watching in two hours*
BROTHER: *taps fingers* Gaaaaameeee! Soccer. Now. Internet.
ME: *whispers* Maybe he should just buy a radio. *gives up internet for the rest of the day* *stomps foot and wants to cry*
INTERNET: *disconnects*
BROTHER: *laughs* Mwahahahaha. *iz evil*