Thirty-third Run - Badtouched in the head

[speeding]

So. Um. Apparently I have an evil twin some kind of mental disorder?

Or really selective amnesia?

Also to the lady who threw stuff at me in the market I'm very sorry for whatever I did! I'm sure I didn't mean it/it was just a harmless prank/it was all a misunderstanding/invaders from mars did it.

Underline all that apply.

But I seriously can't remember.

What did I do?

Anyone else? If I did something crazy was it funny/did anyone take pictures/chalk it up to evil overlordliness?

Comments

[yourealrightnow.livejournal.com]

What happened? Oh. Well, I guess you wouldn't know.

I actually hadn't heard anything. If it makes you feel better, you didn't do anything to me.

[speeding]

I have no clue man, but I think I need to avoid the market for a while.

That's a relief. Seriously this place gets weirder every fucking day, random blackouts in which I apparently do stuff that I can't remember is not cool. Last time this happened I blew up the couch.

[yourealrightnow.livejournal.com]

That's the main hub. That had to suck. At least you're fast, right?

How do you do that, by the way? Blow stuff up, I mean.

[speeding]

Yeah well, there's always making Cross buy stuff. Yep!

I accelerate things, like, on an atomic level. I'm not really sure of more than that, like how or why I can. I mean I have my suspicions, sure, but nothing solid.

[yourealrightnow.livejournal.com]

Haha. That'll work, too.

That's really cool, actually. Is it weird that it doesn't seem strange to me? I guess I really am starting to get used to this place. I've almost been here a month, already. Can't believe it.

[speeding]

That's what roomies are for.

Thanks! It was kind of a pain when I was getting used to it--we went through a lot of furniture. I don't know, a lot of people can do some amazing stuff here, like Drake did this shit with lightning you wouldn't believe and Throne... But anyway. Maybe we're all just freaks?

Hey we should celebrate your first month in the fishbowl! Drinks on me.

[yourealrightnow.livejournal.com]

True.

That's very possible. Maybe we're some kind of freak zoo or something.

If by drinks you mean juice or something demasculating. I can't drink alcohol.

[speeding]

That'd make horrible sense. Way to make me paranoid. I mean, more so.

I was thinking I'd break out my soda stash.

[yourealrightnow.livejournal.com]

I do what I can.

That sounds great, actually. I just had some recently. Do you have cherry coke? It's great with Tabasco. I think it's my favorite.

[speeding]

Appreciated I think?

I do! Wait Tabasco? Seriously? Hot sauce?

[yourealrightnow.livejournal.com]

You have to trust me about this hot sauce thing sooner or later. It goes great with sweet things, Dash. I had Pinky try my cherry coke with the Tabasco and she said it wasn't bad. A taste she'd grow to really like kind of thing.

Just try it. You bring the cherry coke, I'll bring the Tabasco?

[speeding]

Man you and your hot sauce. Fine. Convince me. I can't be out-manned by Pinky.

Sounds like a deal.

[yourealrightnow.livejournal.com]

So insecure in your masculinity, Dash?

I'll stock up.

[speeding]

What can I say, Roz? It's a machismo thing.

I'll break out the cherry pop and we can call it a party.