Ah, the cracked out conversations that occur when a fic involving a consumptive character is being co-written by two asthmatics.
[livejournal.com profile] pixyofthestyx: When you're coughing that hard, black spots start appearing in front of your eyes.
[livejournal.com profile] elspethdixon: But they're not just black. They're more black and purple and white-gold. And sort of shimmery.
[livejournal.com profile] pixyofthestyx: And when they get to the middle of your vision, you pass out. And your throat closes up so that you can't breath.
[livejournal.com profile] elspethdixon: Wet wool. It's kind of like breathing wet wool. Except Dodge doesn't have enough humidity for that kind of air.
[livejournal.com profile] pixyofthestyx: Dry air is more like sandpaper.

We need to get a life. Two lives, actually.

And I should probably do something better with my time than watching anime and MASH marathons and the commentary on the Tombstone DVD and sewing myself a cravat. Like writing my English thesis.

*sighs* And I think I somehow made [livejournal.com profile] lostcatholic mad at me, though I don't know how or why. Or else she was joking about being mad, but I can never tell about those things. The complex nuances of relationships tend to go over my head when they involve me rather than fictional characters. It's one of those borderline Aspergers things.

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Life and other things


Hmm- Getting a life might be useful on some levels, but probably not as interesting as being a geek.
But if you need more time to work on your thesis, just tell me to shove off, and I'll go do my own work.

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Dont listen to me, I'll yell at you about whatever it is i'm mad about and you being pitiful just makes me angeryer
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