Kids These Days

"Do you know what I love," she says to him dreamily, their limbs all tangled on the back seat of the bus, "I love that feeling when you fill a whole notebook with stories or shopping lists, and then you flick through the pages over and over... you can hear the ink crackling...

"So what do you love?"

"Hmmm." He thinks for a long while. "You know when you get a big spot on your face, right. All day you're just busting to pop it but you know it's not the right time. So you wait and wait and let it get to that boiling point. Then you finally squeeze and that's what I love, that little rush you get when it just whooshes out so perfectly and neatly."

"You fucking make me sick!" she sqwarks. She removes her leg from over his leg and his arm from under her arm. She picks up the ridiculous little handbag and scrunches over beside the window.

July 16, 2003 | Permalink | Posted in On The Road | Comments (19)

Comments

1 · mb said:

If you can't stand the heat...

July 16, 2003 3:40 PM

2 · Demos said:

Ask a romantic question...

July 16, 2003 3:49 PM

3 · Svarit said:

Just to continue the trend...

July 16, 2003 6:52 PM

4 · Alice said:

That epitomizes what James Thurber used to call "the war between men and women."

July 17, 2003 12:31 AM

5 · rach said:

heh.. glad to see that hypersensitive bimbettes come all over the world.

hope you're have a great, non-pustulent time, gorgeous.

July 17, 2003 12:31 AM

6 · anne said:

well, she did ask!

July 17, 2003 12:55 AM

7 · lizz said:

well yes, she *did* ask, but it is like men to come up with the most inappropriate, unromantic thing to say at a moment like that.

July 17, 2003 2:19 AM

8 · Alegna said:

I'm sure it didn't seem unromantic to him. Who are we to say what's romantic and what's not? Are we the romance police?

July 17, 2003 3:47 AM

9 · mb said:

I'm the romance police. And no, it wasn't romantic. Take THAT!

July 17, 2003 4:24 AM

10 · Luke said:

Well, I'm from Internal Affairs (fnaar fnaar branch) and you're goin' DOWN!

July 17, 2003 6:10 AM

11 · Brad said:

Romantic? Filling a notebook is romantic? What the....

A least pimple popping is closer to sex than a note book, I mean, all that tension and anticipation then a quick squeeze and... POP goes the weasel!

July 17, 2003 6:16 AM

12 · Eeksy-Peeksy said:

Next time, he'll pop a big one into her notebook and stick a story to a shopping list. She'll listen to dried pus crackle.

July 17, 2003 7:58 AM

13 · Glenn Cooper said:

Hehe. I looove squeezing pimples. :)

Was she an attractive girl?

July 17, 2003 11:22 AM

14 · shauny said:

i dunno, i made it up...

July 17, 2003 11:36 AM

15 · Svarit said:

Making these things up comes naturally to your everyday Shauny...

July 17, 2003 12:19 PM

16 · coralie said:

rotfl!! i love it. :-D

July 17, 2003 10:44 PM

17 · Julian said:

sqwarks

July 18, 2003 6:39 AM

18 · momo said:

well i feel sorry for the girl. after years of trying to be romantic with t-bone, and having responses like that, and realising that's pretty much the only sort of answer i'll ever get out of t-bone so long as he remains male, i feel sorry for the girl.

July 22, 2003 10:12 AM

19 · pol x said:

Hyuk, I'm a scot who lived in Oz for a long time so i am loving the site.

Keep up the frightfully good madey uppy stories oh yes.

September 3, 2004 8:59 AM

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