What’s up buttercup?
I am currently attempting to NaNo, but it seems like today is the one where everyone wants to have a conversation with me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
What is NaNoWriMo? Well, it means National Novel Writing Month, and it lasts all through November. Basically, everyone spends all of November trying to write a 50,000 word novel from scratch. The main purpose is to get a story done.
If you’re interested, check out NaNoWriMo at http://nanowrimo.org.
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FLORENTINE: “This right here–what you’re doing now–it’s the explanation for why you can’t get a girlfriend.”
SCOTT: “What?”
FLORENTINE: “You’re trying to explain your game and nobody cares. Yet you continue to ramble on. I have no interest in your game, dude.”
SCOTT: “It would have been polite to at least pretend to listen.”
FLORENTINE: “No, no it wouldn’t. The best thing for you is a little honesty. Lying to you isn’t doing you any favors. I’m not your momma. I don’t have to pretend to care about your game. We have different interests. End of story.”
CHARLIE: “What’s going on in here? Why does he look like he’s about to cry?”
RICKETS: “Oh, Loren is just laying some painful honesty down on Scott. It was pretty brutal.”
FLORENTINE: “But it had to happen. I could *feel* myself getting all passive aggressive. No thank you.”
CHARLIE: “Well… Uh, I was going to ask if you all wanted to go to a ballgame?”
SCOTT: “Totally. Get me out of here, dude.”
FLORENTINE: “We can hear you. You’re like right there.”
RICKETS: “Okay, down girl. Sorry guys. She’s like a bear–get her riled up and it takes her a while to put the teeth away. Thanks for the invite. Maybe next time.”
CHARLIE: “Right-oh. Come on Scott. I’ll buy you a hotdog.”
SCOTT: “With extra relish?”
CHARLIE: “Sure. Whatever you like.”