In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade, and he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down or cut him 'till he cried out, in his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving," but the fighter still remains.
You don’t know true hatred towards journalists
andythinkslikethem:
until they’ve written about you. Yes, they said one nice thing, but it doesn’t make up for the rest of it. The cheek on them.
I hate ‘em, too. They ask a million questions and interrogate the shit outta ya…can’t get away with nothin’. What did they peg you as, darlin’?
Phone call to Martha
Martha:
Witty. I can google another picture of a gold star with the text "you tried" for you, if you want. That's probably the closest thing to an award you'd be getting. Wait, what? /You/ know about LinkedIn? You're just full of surprises. And yes, that's the one. Some fancy reception at City Hall. It was kind of dull, especially if you consider that fact that being a gossip columnist isn't exactly what I've always dreamt of. Ohhh. That's… great. Was it interesting? I missed you. Just a little bit. You still haven't told me why you were worried about Lois' week, by the way.
Dax:
I still don't get that. I mean I get it, but it's an internet thing or somethin', yeah? So I think I'm gonna pass on that...I can't be /that/ in touch with the internet shit going on. -laughs- Don't be so shocked, darlin'...and don't go gettin' too excited either. I don't actually know what it is, I just heard about it and figured I'd try to impress ya. Did it work? Can I take ya home? I take it it was for work? Bet you were a babe and a half. Yeah, it was pretty cool. I missed ya too, Martha Caroline. Just a little bit. I'm not actually concerned about Lois' week.
Phone call to Martha
Martha:
And yet you use numbers instead of letters like a 15-year-old back in 2003… But yeah, okay, I'll admit your internet literacy is slightly better than my grandmother's these days, so maybe you can have a gold star for effort. Why would you be worried about Lois' week? Eh, there's not much to tell. It was a week like any other, I guess. Had to go to some stupid function. I'm more interested in /your/ week, actually. What was this mysterious absence all about?
Dax:
I was going for 16-year-old circa 2002, actually. Thank you, thank you. You should write up an award for me, darlin'. I'll post a photo of it on LinkedIn. That was a bad attempt at a joke, I think. What stupid function was it? Ah, that's what you bought dress number three for, yeah? Went to Washington to get briefed on the research and the lady who I'm working under was doing a few presentations, so I went to 'em. Figured out where I'm staying, too.
Phone call to Martha
Martha:
What? Your lack of internet literacy /is/ adorable, and your manhood is doing just fine. No need for a lecture. Hello to you too.
Dax:
Uh hey now...my internet literacy is fully up to par now. I'm like the fuckin' king of internet literacy or somethin'. They have an award for that, yeah? Most improved, at least. Good, good. I was worried there for a bit. So you gonna tell me about your week? I might be slightly more concerned about Lois' week, though. Nothing personal.
Phone call to Martha
Dax:
You're killing my manhood, darlin'. Oh...and hi.
Gatsby looks like it’ll be a lot of fun!
jax-atlas:
Yeah, sometimes good movies are about assholes. I try not to be negative, but I enjoy the classics - and the assholes end up getting what they deserve. Doesn’t that make you happy?
Yeah, but I never struggle this much at trying to connect with a character or find one I can stand, y’know? It mostly pisses me off that Daisy gets away scott free, and she’s the biggest asshole of ‘em all. Fitzgerald left me having shit all hope for fun in any film adaptation of it.
Apparently the soundtrack ain’t terrible.
Gatsby looks like it’ll be a lot of fun!
jax-atlas:
I just hope it does the book justice..
Fun?
You’ve read the book, yeah? The book is fuckin’ depressing, man. I’m pretty sure infidelity, abuse, and careless murder isn’t supposed to be fun. Not to mention there are zero characters in the novel who don’t make ya want to strangle ‘em. They’re all assholes…just a bunch of no good assholes.
Oh, fuck.
farrah-wright:
You should probably shut up before I vomit on your person.
Before you vomit on my person? Darlin’, I don’t quite understand you. Farrah, right? You’re the weird one with the law degree. But seriously, if you’re gonna try running and never run in the first place, start walking or somethin’. Try running on the first shot and you’re settin’ yourself up for failure.
