<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d14711072\x26blogName\x3dThe+Crooked\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLUE\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://eandf.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://eandf.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d774902382055503500', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Saturday, September 01, 2007


I didn't post anything day before yesterday because it was Steve's birthday and I wouldn't have been able to get away with anything other than a birthday post. And since we all know that birthday posts are an absolute bore, I spared us all. I whipped out my silence and scrubbed the place clean.
Now I'm dropping crumbs.

* * *

Florence McNair: my love for you is like...
******: Like a star.
Florence McNair: Like a star!!!
******: As bright as a star.
Florence McNair: Yes! Yes!
Florence McNair: are you sure that's a good one?
******: Sure. As corny as it is to talk about stars, since I don't know the first thing about them. My love for you is as big and bright and everlasting as a star.
Florence McNair: I dunno. There's an awful lot of empty space and darkness between me and those stars.
******: ...
******: You just killed it.
******: You always kill it. You took it and mashed it like a potato.
Florence McNair: That's because I like mashed potatos. And I wanted to eat you.
******: ????????
******: Whoa, okay, your idea of romantic conversation is wayyy weird.
Florence McNair: That's because I prefer to save romantic conversation for when I feel like I need it. When I'm insecure and sad.
******: What if I'm insecure and sad?
Florence McNair: Oh that's different. I'll be romantic now.
******: You can't TELL ME you're going to be romantic before you be romantic.
Florence McNair: Really? Shucks. Shall we just stop talking and have cybersex?
******: Okay.


Anonymous Pon said...

who were you talking to?

9/01/2007 1:03 PM  
Anonymous ambie said...

stumbled stumbled!!!

9/01/2007 1:20 PM  
Blogger Yuichi Shigetani said...

Florence, your love life is looking very bleak at this point of time.

9/01/2007 5:15 PM  
Blogger Yuichi Shigetani said...

and who is this potato fellow that you want to eat?

9/01/2007 5:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

yes flo do tell us who this love of ur life is..

9/01/2007 7:32 PM  
Anonymous Amaranthine said...

except i bet that flowing conversation was actually chopped into a bunch of little tiny mini "florence phrases" when it first came out.

9/01/2007 11:46 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

joe, as much as i hate to compliment you, you're the only one that frustrates me to the point of mini florence phrases.
don't let it get to your head.

abner, my love life has always been bleak.

ambie, get over it.

9/02/2007 9:20 AM  
Anonymous ambie said...


9/02/2007 3:45 PM  
Anonymous Maiki said...

its TOMOKI!!!!

9/04/2007 10:17 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

sweet maiki, wanting to give the world some sensational information.
it's not tomoki.

9/05/2007 9:45 AM  

Post a Comment

<< Home