Oh. Snap.

May 6, 2007 at 12:00 pm (A Whole Latte Trouble, book stuff, Book Two, celise downs, The Series)


So today, I found out what my next assignment is going to be and, needless to say, I’m not diggin’ it. This is kinda how the conversation went down–after the little verbal bomb she dropped–with Celise:

Me: “Are you out of your MIND?”

Celise: “No, I–”

Me: ” I can’t believe you would do this.”

Celise: “Draven, I–”

Me: “You’re crazy. Absolutely not.”

Celise: “Not crazy. Just creative.”

Me: “Are you trying to get me fired? Why don’t you just throw me under a bus and kill me right now?”

Celise: “Okay, now you’re just being dramatic. You’ll do just fine, Dray. Really.”

Me: “Have you told everyone about it?”

Celise: “Well, kinda sorta.”

Me (crossing my arms over my chest, tapping my foot and frowning fiercely): “What do you mean by ‘kinda sorta’?”
Celise: “Well, I kinda sorta posted something on my blog…”

Me (racing over to my laptop and frantically bringing up her blog, then scrolling down because referencing posts on Blogger really sucks): “My ‘favorite hangout’? That’s putting it mildly, don’t you think? I practically have a cot in the back room! Oh, and the ‘drugs, guns, and rock’n’roll’? So not funny.”

Celise: “But what about that last part I wrote. I was—”

Me: “Just trying to butter me up.”

Celise: “Draven–”

Me: “I’m not doing it.”

Celise: “Yes, you are.”

Me: “I refuse.”

Celise: “You can’t.”

Me: “I’m not doing it. No way, no how.”

Celise: “Yes. You are.”

Me: “Am not.”

Celise: “Are too.”

Me: “Am not.”

Celise: “Are too.”

Me (putting my hands over my ears and closing my eyes): “Amnotamnotamnot. I can’t hear you, I can’t hear youuuuu….”

Celise (sighing in disgust. Probably. I’m not sure because I can’t hear or see her at this point): “Draven, you’re being unreasonable.”

Me: “Unreasonable. Unreasonable? Is it unreasonable of me to not want to—”

Celise (holding up a hand like a stop sign. Or to bitchslap me into next week): “Don’t. Say it.”

Me (big, gusty, irritated sigh. And an eyeroll): “Fine. I won’t. You practically gave it away in that post anyway.

Celise (totally fed up with me by now, I’m sure. Positively sure): “Go to your room.”

Me: “You can’t send me to my room. But I’ll do it anyway because I’m done talking to you.” [I can’t even slam the door because there is no door. Just a really cool beaded curtain]

Celise: “The writing has been going great, by the way. In case you care.”

Me: “Whatever.”

C’mon, come in. I’m on the case. Whether I like it or not.


1 Comment

  1. Celise said,

    Oh, good lord. I knew she’d rehash this. There is a reason why I’m never having kids and this is it.

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