Prompts'Willow'-from Oneword.com
'My Immortal' is fucking hilarious. I can't even begin to get into the history and theories. It will go down in history, but only because the dinosaurs are going to return and conquer us all in the next hundred years.
The following are from
Creativity-Portal. You need other people because...
Who else is going to make the tea? YOU NEED YOUR TEA. You don't know what brand of teabags you like! You don't know the perfect temperature to boil the water! You don't know what a spout
is! (You think you've seen it on a barn cat once but you're not entirely sure.) Tea! Tea! Tea!
Entire global INFRASTRUCTURES collapse when there's no one to
make the fucking tea. Tea! TEA. TEEEEAAAAAAAAAAA. Do you want the world to
HURL itself into the
SUN because
noonemadethefuckingtea? Noooo? GOOD. THAT'S WHAT OTHER PEOPLE ARE
FOR. TEA.How is life different for your children than when you were growing up?
It probably won't be that different. They'll have old jazz blasted in their ears when they're two and grow to hate it (but then start to like it five years later), I'll raise them as Christian fundamentalists who write "harry potter is bad dont let your kids watch it" on cheap stationary and display it prominently on their grilled bedroom windows and read online anti-Pokemon propaganda; they'll delude themselves into thinking they can write because they're the only remotely creative ones in an environment where any literary talent is saturated into a three page composition seemingly about dogs or ditches or frisbees (Singapore's cool but our education system's a bitch). Regardless of their gender eventually one of them will become a Queen fan and I'll give them my Greatest Hits CD that my dad gave to me and said child will develop a fetish for British rock stars, only they'll be old enough to be their
great-grandfathers.
The few differences is that when they're ten I will snap, rip apart a children's devotional with my bare hands and scream "
THE FUNDIES ARE A LIEEEEEEEEEEE".
There was a time when you almost threw in the towel. Write about that experience.
Well, I had it in my hands and I was about to chuck it inside but I realized some underwear was hot pink. Close call, huh?
What do you do with all of the things you write about?
Stalk them. God, I wish I was joking. I am probably qualified to teach two things: Queen and Internet stalking. At a university specializing in the Art of the Crazy, that is. It's gotten to the point where I don't want the object of my
insanity affection to switch to the new FB profile because it wouldn't 'be the same'. I have nicknamed the group of girls who coddle and praise him 'the Harem', I have a playlist of situation-appropriate background music to use, and I'm beginning to find that when it's not my time of the month, I'm visiting the page and looking at pictures out of
boredom instead of passion.
Forgive and forget. I think.
I try, but for people like me it's easier said than done. I find I can't immediately do
both at the same time. If I forgive someone I need to remember what they did, because that actually helps me understand them better, especially in case something like that happens again. And if I just forget about it, then it's going to come bubbling out and explode like an angry super volcano at a later date.
Do we really need more than fifty kinds of shampoo?
Yes. I might be an aspiring comedy writer but I'm also
a girl. You have it for damaged hair, dry hair, dandruff, oily, greasy, curly, fine, thinning, blonde, heat-styled, itchy, sensitive, colored, pre-coloring, post-coloring, conditioning, gentle cleansing, deep cleansing, thickening, clarifying, balancing, strengthening, softening, volumizing, repairing, nourishing, lightening, shine-enhancing, hydrating, chemical treatments, 2-in-1, UV protection, tear-free, hair loss, anti-frizz, organic, professional styling, tea tree, smoothing, baby, horse, and possibly dingo.
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