Recent conversations of hilarity (or maybe that's just me):
PART ONE:
MOM: [blather about plans for when I visit in January]
ME: [agreeing amicably]
MOM: "And also, when you come down, you and I are going to sit down and figure out a way to make you famous. :|"
ME: "Okay, that-- wait what."
(She sounded utterly and absolutely sincere about this. It also came out of absolutely nowhere. I don't even know. Most of you reading this don't know my mom, but trust me: this is so not in-character for her. Momma, I love you, but I just don't get you sometimes!)
PART TWO:
CHIRA: "So, dude, did you realize that everything you've written for Heat Guy J is porn?"
ME: "... SOB. NO WAIT, I wrote one that was ... almost porn, but wasn't exactly!"
CHIRA: "CLOSE ENOUGH. And it's so not like you! >D"
ME: "SOB SOB SOB. :("
(It ended with me convincing her to draw Boma/hallucination!Brad, though, so I think it ended up okay for me. :Db Well, I also said I'd write it if she drew it, but if she doesn't, then I don't have to! Yay! \o/)
PART THREE:
COWORKER MH: "... why is there a unicorn stabbing a mime on your computer."
COWORKER JD: "Terra just has this burning hatred of mimes. They killed her dog."
ME: "It's true. :("
COWORKER MH: "Was that actually part of the design, or did you have to punch a hole in its chest yourself? You're a destructive little girl."
ME: "No, it's supposed to be able to--" [proceeds to fiddle with figurine, pulling the mime -- and the horn -- off the unicorn in the process] D:
COWORKER MH: "I KNEW IT."
PART ONE:
MOM: [blather about plans for when I visit in January]
ME: [agreeing amicably]
MOM: "And also, when you come down, you and I are going to sit down and figure out a way to make you famous. :|"
ME: "Okay, that-- wait what."
(She sounded utterly and absolutely sincere about this. It also came out of absolutely nowhere. I don't even know. Most of you reading this don't know my mom, but trust me: this is so not in-character for her. Momma, I love you, but I just don't get you sometimes!)
PART TWO:
CHIRA: "So, dude, did you realize that everything you've written for Heat Guy J is porn?"
ME: "... SOB. NO WAIT, I wrote one that was ... almost porn, but wasn't exactly!"
CHIRA: "CLOSE ENOUGH. And it's so not like you! >D"
ME: "SOB SOB SOB. :("
(It ended with me convincing her to draw Boma/hallucination!Brad, though, so I think it ended up okay for me. :Db Well, I also said I'd write it if she drew it, but if she doesn't, then I don't have to! Yay! \o/)
PART THREE:
COWORKER MH: "... why is there a unicorn stabbing a mime on your computer."
COWORKER JD: "Terra just has this burning hatred of mimes. They killed her dog."
ME: "It's true. :("
COWORKER MH: "Was that actually part of the design, or did you have to punch a hole in its chest yourself? You're a destructive little girl."
ME: "No, it's supposed to be able to--" [proceeds to fiddle with figurine, pulling the mime -- and the horn -- off the unicorn in the process] D:
COWORKER MH: "I KNEW IT."