Don’t flatter yourself, babe. Why would I spend my precious time talking about you? Honestly. Wow, it’s not like I’m not starving here too. Good for you for being able to save money and not take a spin on Daddy’s credit card every damn day. Fuck, you really are oblivious. Isn’t it kind of obvious? I mean, it’s not exactly a secret.
Gosh, you’re such an ass. I shouldn’t even talk to you at first. Not at all and it’s not like that I care about it.
Might be but it also means that I can get what I want without being a spoiled brat because hey, I’m independent. Then I’ll just cheers to that because you’d be the best mom in the whole fucking world. I don’t get you girls, man. This is why it’s great that I also like dicks.
Did you just call me spoiled brat? Wow, okay. F.Y.I, I don’t always beg for Daddy’s money, alright? I work my ass off, I don’t even eat dinner because I’m saving up for rent. Huh? How about that? You like — whoa, that’s a… shock.
Waiting is for losers who can’t get shit. I may have been formulating a plan. Well, you’re not my mom so nothing you say really matters, now does it? Don’t give me that bull shit. How could one not eat dinner? It’s practically inhumane.
That defines how impatient you are, and impatient people are the worst kind of people. Oh, it’s not? Then, it’s all useless. What if I told you to keep going on your alcohol and cigars? I’m not your mom so nothing I say really matters. Not feeling particularly hungry, so. A bit peckish, but not really hungry. Trying to watch my figure by a new kind of dieting.
31st of October is still a long way to go. What can I say- coffee and cigarettes are a borderlining alcoholic’s best friend. It is, but it’s still hell of a lot of fun. I can do anything I want as long as I look this good. Um, what did you have for dinner?
Not if you wait. You should really put them down, you know. I don’t care if you consider it as ‘fun’ or ‘exciting’ or ‘satisfying’. No, I haven’t eat dinner. Too lazy to cook and to order something.
I’ll get a Gibson, someday. I know I will. Well lucky you but news flash, it’s not that easy for the rest of us. I spend my money on vodka and cigarettes and live off of cold pizza. I don’t think I’ll be publishing comics any time soon. Yeah, sure. Let’s just pretend that’ll happen. I’m tired of talking about this. Can we just talk about something else?
Maybe you’ll get it on your birthday. Same old Dex, with his vodkas and cigars. Stop it, really. You know it’s bad for you. See, there you go again. Turning subjects to your liking. Well, shoot me a subject. Go.
Well, uh, no. But it’s a pretty great guitar? I can still play it so it’s still my favorite thing in the world. Yeah but we all can’t be you now, can we? I don’t exactly have an interview on DC Comics lined up. Yeah, I don’t think so. I don’t sing or dance or any of that shit. It’s okay, I might not love children but it’s just temporary so.
Then, I have no reasons to eat your shorts, Dex. I would eat yours if it’s a Gibson. Well, I’ll considerate. Oh, yes we can. I didn’t even think about this position for once, I was publishing an article about affordable fashion and turns out it’s what Nylon has been looking for. You’re a lucky person, Dex. I know so. There are billion of open doors for you. You could submit your works to DC. Or a local newspaper.
I have a guitar, T so eat my shorts. Eat. My. Shorts. Well good for you, I guess. There isn’t much I could do with a degree from art school so. I’ll probably work as an art teacher or something. I don’t know. I’ll figure it out.
That’s it? Or is it upgraded to Gibson Les Paul? Oh, come on, you could so so much better than being a teacher. You should go for those agent talent and see if they’re scouting. Or just publish your works to the ‘net — anything could happen, Dex.
It’s called fighting for what I believe in. You know, presidents, America, and all that political crap. And why the hell would I be jealous of you and Chris Evans? You’re making it out as if I don’t have anything better to do. I might be unemployed and is currently eating Doritos in my underwear but I’m not a complete loser.
So your type are blonde and seemingly dim-witted people? Well, I can’t blame you on the blonde part. I do kind of have a thing for Cara Delevingne. Chris Evans can’t protect you like I can, idiot. He’ll chicken out and run to fix his hair or something equally less emasculating.
You know, it seems like you’re very jealous towards my Chris Evans obsession. It’s not like Chris is totally mine, geez. Calm your horses, gentleman. What’s the matter with you?
Somewhat? Are you kidding? Donnie Darko is god. I’d go to church for him. Do you have a fetish I should know about? You’d pick me over Chris Evans anyway, I’m sure. He’s got nothing on this hot mess.
He’s not really my type, so. Why do you have to know, anyway? Well if you & Chris Evans are the last people on earth and the earth is taking by apes or aliens, I’d still pick Chris Evans. But who knows, maybe I’ll pick you.
I don’t know. I guess I’m into those brooding, dark types, you know? I mean, have you seen Donnie Darko? He’s a fucking legend. Chris Evans looks like your stereotypical football captain that would end up working a dead-end nine to five job.
Well, I can’t blame on your type. Though Donnie is somewhat cute. Shut up, he’s glorious. I could see him as this hot cop, solving mysteries more than the Scooby-Doo gang could do. Like those cops in the movie “The Call.” It’s just… rad.
I warned you about those, Tasha. What happened though, lovely?
You know, the causal stuffs. We drink, we danced, some of the guys grind on my and I pushed them, some of them puked, few of them threw things and almost set the lawn on fire. But there was some cute guys and sexy male strippers, which was the only pro. You should’ve come, you know.