With apologies to Littlewitch, she just sent me the following e-mail:
Within a couple of paragraphs I got “like diaper ointment of my chafed mental ass” and “slicker than lube on a chrome anal probe” and I thought “I was a little surprised by the first and the second just upped the ante” But then Andres was there and I didn’t care anymore. *sigh*
To which I replied: I actually WROTE THAT?
*blink* I mean really… I WROTE THAT? Wow.
Actually the quotes are:
"turned out to be like diaper ointment for my chafing mental ass"
and:
"He was medium height, brown hair, blue eyes, average looking and slicker than lube on a chrome anal probe."
But really? Who cares cause Andres was PERFECT. *sigh*
Providing very interesting mental pictures here
very interesting – and very strange
you mean you don't REMEMBER writing it? now I'm fascinated.
Neither of those compare to what you would recite off the top of your head in the AP class; I believe it had something to do with comparing a sunrise to a cave troll's ass. Those gems just fit right in line with the rest of the novel.
'chrome anal probe'. An image I will now carry with me all day.
Yes, you are better than you give yourself credit for. I keep telling you.
But don't quit your day job. Genius doesn't pay off while you're alive, and you'll still need two paychecks to get the brood established as adults.
Very odd mental images… and looking forward to putting them in context!
You do have a way with words!
You know I'm going to think of that while actually applying lube to an anal probe during clinical. It might make me feel better about the whole thing.
I gp camping for a week with my family and no internet access and I come back to quotes of "turned out to be like diaper ointment for my chafing mental ass"
and:
"He was medium height, brown hair, blue eyes, average looking and slicker than lube on a chrome anal probe."
um… wow. LMAO
I missed your blog while I as gone. Sometimes your unique view of the world and the stoeries you share are the only things that make me smile. 😛