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: Oh shut UP and stop asskissing! We're just in a scene together, Wayne! And I also wish you'd stop following me into the tanning bed - there isn't room enough for the both of us in there. Also, for the record, before we begin this scene, may I state how much I hated Slumdog Millionaire? Its half-baked characters, flimsy plotline, and overall nauseating generic-ness? I found it quite yucky, particularly when the brother gets shot in the heavyhanded bathtub of money.
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: I think I'm more of a cornflower blue, rather than whale-blue. Or a suffocated-baby blue, perhaps? Ooh, that's morbid. Jon don't do morbid. Who am I, anyway? Why am I in a scene with two people who won't talk to me? Why wasn't I invited to read at AWP?
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This is an amazing scene. Thank you for your contribution. Kathy? You're next.
also, i miss our collaborations, too. i was just thinking about that the other day.
also, tyra, i wish you lived here still, at the very least on weekends.
I know.
I feel sad.
Maybe we should meet in some mid-point like my long distance boyfriend and I used to do in college.
where is the midpoint? that sounds fun! is there anything to do in the midpoint, or is it in the ghetto?
I think it's Lafayette. I know there is a Super 8 there because Abby and I stayed there in that crazy snowstorm we got stuck in last year. That is all I know.
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