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Fairytales and such
Posted on 2005.07.28 at 01:57
So there is this boy I wanted to tell him I like him. But I didnt want to come out and say it, so I decided to write a fairytale. What do you think?
"Once upon a time there was a girl. And because she was used to boys approaching her, she had no idea how to approach them for all intents and purposes. She was sure they weren't interested if they didn't say anything to her. And she knew she would soon be sojourning to a magical place called "New College". At this "New College" (located inconveniently in a galaxy far, far away) she would be meeting all sorts of "new people" (who were in fact not really new, but only new to her). So in her last throes of habitation in her current residence, she tried to refrain for dating, though despite her best efforts, she got caught up in it.
She met a boy with an asscheeks like a nutcracker who liked to swing dance, and was wooed by his seductive seduction. But alas, the fairy to take her embraced in the curled petals of a flower to this alternate reality, "New College", would soon be arriving to carry her off. So she faced a dilemma. Not knowing even what degree of involvement she is currently looking for, the situation got even more complex.
She cried crocodile tears into a medicine bottle labeled "drink me", which allowed her to traverse the wiry and tangled neural networks of said boy. But his thoughts were written in Oolgabalook, which she did neither speak nor read (despite the urgings of her high school guidance counselor).
Could you maybe help her decipher Oogabalook?"
"Once upon a time there was a girl. And because she was used to boys approaching her, she had no idea how to approach them for all intents and purposes. She was sure they weren't interested if they didn't say anything to her. And she knew she would soon be sojourning to a magical place called "New College". At this "New College" (located inconveniently in a galaxy far, far away) she would be meeting all sorts of "new people" (who were in fact not really new, but only new to her). So in her last throes of habitation in her current residence, she tried to refrain for dating, though despite her best efforts, she got caught up in it.
She met a boy with an asscheeks like a nutcracker who liked to swing dance, and was wooed by his seductive seduction. But alas, the fairy to take her embraced in the curled petals of a flower to this alternate reality, "New College", would soon be arriving to carry her off. So she faced a dilemma. Not knowing even what degree of involvement she is currently looking for, the situation got even more complex.
She cried crocodile tears into a medicine bottle labeled "drink me", which allowed her to traverse the wiry and tangled neural networks of said boy. But his thoughts were written in Oolgabalook, which she did neither speak nor read (despite the urgings of her high school guidance counselor).
Could you maybe help her decipher Oogabalook?"
