Jecca Mehlota (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-11-18 01:59 am
jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-11-18 01:59 am
Entry tags:
- crossovers that shouldn't happen,
- crossovers that shouldn't happen but did,
- hatred of brain,
- i do not approve!,
- i refuse to be held responsible,
- in ur bakry,
- silent hill,
- slaggit brain!,
- tf/sh: depths,
- the readers all think i am insane,
- the readers would be correct,
- these tags are redundant,
- too many tags arg!,
- transformers,
- transformers/silent hill,
- writing... or not
Another point for the Brain.
Jecca's day:
Jecca is checking her e-mail and minding her own business, when...
Brain: GOOD MORNING!
Jecca: OW. What did I do to deserve that?
Brain: *assaults with plot*
Jecca: OH GOD. What have you done. NO. That is horrid.
Brain: *pulls out pages of notes* Look, here's the framework...
Jecca: How long have you been dwelling on this and why are you suddenly feeling the need to share? I could have died happy having never had these thoughts.
Brain: I'm thinking a missile for the catalyst.
Jecca: I'm thinking this is twisted and wrong.
Brain: I know! Isn't it great?
Jecca: No.
Brain: Here's the opening line.
Jecca: NO.
Later, at work...
Brain: This is how it could end!
Jecca: Don't you dare.
Brain: No, I love this part! Listen -
Jecca: SANITY CHECK, BAKERY DEPARTMENT.
Jecca's Mind: help, I've been bound and gagged and locked away.
Jecca: ... Well, that's optimistic.
Customer: Hay, izzis where i pik up teh deli platters?
(remember, kids: Jecca works bakery)
That evening...
Jecca: I'm not writing this. I'm not. I will take drastic measures if you try to make me.
Brain: You're a dirty liar.
Jecca: I am going to get a restraining order. Against my own Brain. That's probably not possible and will only end in my being locked away for ever.
Word Document: Oh. You have a problem, then.
Jecca: ... Yes, it appears I do.
Later still...
Jecca: PLEASE TELL ME NO.
Aniko: o_O?
Jecca: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
Aniko: No to what?
Jecca: I can't repeat it. It's too awful.
Aniko: *encourages*
Jecca: WHY DO YOU LOVE MY BRAIN MORE THAN ME?
Aniko: because the fic it produces is awesome XD
Jecca: LIES.
Aniko, when the world is destroyed, it is entirely your fault. I hope you're happy.
...
The world went white.
So apparently I am writing this now, because Aniko likes my Brain and feeds it Brain-cookies, and the thing was writing itself anyway, and augh.
Jecca is checking her e-mail and minding her own business, when...
Brain: GOOD MORNING!
Jecca: OW. What did I do to deserve that?
Brain: *assaults with plot*
Jecca: OH GOD. What have you done. NO. That is horrid.
Brain: *pulls out pages of notes* Look, here's the framework...
Jecca: How long have you been dwelling on this and why are you suddenly feeling the need to share? I could have died happy having never had these thoughts.
Brain: I'm thinking a missile for the catalyst.
Jecca: I'm thinking this is twisted and wrong.
Brain: I know! Isn't it great?
Jecca: No.
Brain: Here's the opening line.
Jecca: NO.
Later, at work...
Brain: This is how it could end!
Jecca: Don't you dare.
Brain: No, I love this part! Listen -
Jecca: SANITY CHECK, BAKERY DEPARTMENT.
Jecca's Mind: help, I've been bound and gagged and locked away.
Jecca: ... Well, that's optimistic.
Customer: Hay, izzis where i pik up teh deli platters?
(remember, kids: Jecca works bakery)
That evening...
Jecca: I'm not writing this. I'm not. I will take drastic measures if you try to make me.
Brain: You're a dirty liar.
Jecca: I am going to get a restraining order. Against my own Brain. That's probably not possible and will only end in my being locked away for ever.
Word Document: Oh. You have a problem, then.
Jecca: ... Yes, it appears I do.
Later still...
Jecca: PLEASE TELL ME NO.
Aniko: o_O?
Jecca: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
Aniko: No to what?
Jecca: I can't repeat it. It's too awful.
Aniko: *encourages*
Jecca: WHY DO YOU LOVE MY BRAIN MORE THAN ME?
Aniko: because the fic it produces is awesome XD
Jecca: LIES.
Aniko, when the world is destroyed, it is entirely your fault. I hope you're happy.
...
The world went white.
So apparently I am writing this now, because Aniko likes my Brain and feeds it Brain-cookies, and the thing was writing itself anyway, and augh.
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...I am making you a sign for your door.
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>_>