Me: "Excuse me?"
Him: "You flow?...You know, you dig, you catch?"
Me: "Oh, I flow. I flow that you're all incredibly stoned right now, and I've got a paper to write and sleep to do. So, how about you go do what you're doing somewhere else, and I'll sleep, savvy?"
Me: "Pirate for 'flow'."
Anyway, I'm now apparentely the diabolic bitch monster in tiny clothing who appears from on high and ruins the lives of crunchy wee hippies. This is something I think I can pretty much live with, safe to say. Especially because one bastard said something like, "Whoa, you actually have to -- write papers? Just take, like, an art class. That's what I'm doing."
Kill. Kill. Kill.
At any rate, here's what should happen now: you know that meme where people give me characters/pairings and I either talk about them briefly or write a drabble? Yeah, that one. Any pairing, any fandom that you all want to hear me think on, just comment, and I'll spew my thoughts out for you, in word format. (At some point. I swear it.)
Attractive, isn't it?