Squee-Girl: Vicki, you may NOT come here simply to bitch about all your aches and pains.
Me: But it HUUUUUURTS.
SG: But no one wants to read about it. No one CARES about your mysteriously aching ribcage.
Me: It feels like I've been laughing too much. But I haven't been.
SG: You haven't?
Me: ::gasps:: Oh wait, I HAVE, haven't I? I did have a fit of hysterics yesterday, didn't I? It's all Criminal's fault. She told me something yesterday that made me laugh until I weeped.
SG: Really? Do tell.
Me: Wellll..... I probably shouldn't. Least not here.
SG: ::stomps foot:: Vicki! You can not keep giving all your love to the pink one. WE were here first. We DESERVE the scoop.
Me: I know, I know. But....I'm torn. It's about the asshat, of course. He has become a neverending source of amusement. This should make me sad but I'm too busy being mirthful. At his expense.
Moo-Boy: MOOOOOOO!!
SG: ::kick::
MB: MOOOOOOO-ug!
SG: Please continue
Me: It does make me sad in a way though. To think of all the changes I made, all the sacrifices, the time, the money, the arguments, the tears, the estrangments. And now to see it all so clearly? What a waste.
SG: You're still being obsure.
Me: And you're being obtuse. I don't want to discuss it, can't you get that through your thick head?
SG: Fine. Biznitch. So what DO you want to talk about?
Me: Did you just call me "biznitch"? Da hell is that all about?
SG: You said I had a thick head!
Me: You DO!
SG: I'm a figment of your imagination, fer cryin' out loud!!!