I jiggled on the corner from the cold when a male voice called out.
Wait, dont go.
It was strangely choked with a slight Brummy accent, one Ive never been fond of. What on earth did this creep want anyway?
What?
I set my jaw and tried to look down my nose at him, and failed. He mustve been over 6ft. He got to my side and put a gentle hand on my elbow, and it didnt escape me that he had to bob a little. I felt laughter building in my chest and stared at his hand, so I wouldnt lose my ice-maidenly composure by snorting in his face. But he couldnt have been that keen cause he quickl
Gift of one-liners. III by capricorn30, literature
Literature
Gift of one-liners. III
It was past 10 and cold. I could just make out her small, slight figure on the corner of the street, trying to hail a taxi.
Wait, I spluttered, dont go.
What? she said pointedly.
Even from here I could see the frown was back; suspicious, calculating, but not angry.
I was close enough to lay my hand on her elbow now, with only a slight bending of the knees. She looked at it like it was a piece of chewing gum stuck to the bottom of her battered DCs and I hastily withdrew it.
Er, Im M---, and Im pretty sure you are my type.
It was with interest that I watched her reaction. T
No, dont say a word. My names C-----, Im a 19 year old university drop-out, focusing on a career in photography. I dont smoke, I dont drink, I dont do drugs. Im an atheist and I hate liars and hypocrites. I have OCD, a complex eating disorder, a criminal record and a boa constrictor named Nigel.
Easy as pie. Sorry to disappoint you spiky-head, but your not getting into my pants.
He was still staring at me, making me feel more like a big freak. I focused on the tablecloth, muttering under my breath.
Damn.
Im sorry I was late, and Im sorry for wasting your time. I hope
No, dont say a word. My names C-----, Im a 19 year old university drop-out, focusing on a career in photography. I dont smoke, I dont drink, I dont do drugs. Im an atheist and I hate liars and hypocrites. I have OCD, a complex eating disorder, a criminal record and a boa constrictor named Nigel.
She spoke as if from a textbook and broke her steady eye contact with me to look down at the table with a small sigh. I could see mousey roots coming through and little bleached bits in her hair. Took in the bitten nails and callused fingertips.
And Ive dont this too many times&
I knew it. I fucking knew it. Knew it as soon as I heard Tessas voice down the phone. Too high and giggly even for her, but yet I came anyway, like a stupid prat.
Shed told me we were going to check out some dive her cousin had told her about, but when I met her at the usual spot by the waterfall she bundled me onto a bus.
Late as usual eh? Im sick of you mopin around all the time. Ive found you a nice little lad, now go get yourself laid girl!
Id even tried reasoning with the bus driver after Tess had gone, but to no avail.
Sorry lass, but Im under orders not to let you off befo
I sighed heavily, leant back on my chair, and checked my watch for the 3rd time. 15 minutes late. Typical.
Im not sure what possessed me to accept Jerrys offer.
Seriously mate, just head over to The Bay Tree, 9pm this Friday, and Ill hook you up with some broad. One of Kirstys, cousins mates. You remember Kirsty dontcha? That Brighton chick with the huge knockers?
I sighed again. Damn you 8 month single streak. Jerry hadnt said much about this girl, only that she was 19 and single. I started shredding the napkin idly as I imagined what she might look like. Maybe I was being too pessimistic; t
I jiggled on the corner from the cold when a male voice called out.
Wait, dont go.
It was strangely choked with a slight Brummy accent, one Ive never been fond of. What on earth did this creep want anyway?
What?
I set my jaw and tried to look down my nose at him, and failed. He mustve been over 6ft. He got to my side and put a gentle hand on my elbow, and it didnt escape me that he had to bob a little. I felt laughter building in my chest and stared at his hand, so I wouldnt lose my ice-maidenly composure by snorting in his face. But he couldnt have been that keen cause he quickl
Gift of one-liners. III by capricorn30, literature
Literature
Gift of one-liners. III
It was past 10 and cold. I could just make out her small, slight figure on the corner of the street, trying to hail a taxi.
Wait, I spluttered, dont go.
What? she said pointedly.
Even from here I could see the frown was back; suspicious, calculating, but not angry.
I was close enough to lay my hand on her elbow now, with only a slight bending of the knees. She looked at it like it was a piece of chewing gum stuck to the bottom of her battered DCs and I hastily withdrew it.
Er, Im M---, and Im pretty sure you are my type.
It was with interest that I watched her reaction. T
No, dont say a word. My names C-----, Im a 19 year old university drop-out, focusing on a career in photography. I dont smoke, I dont drink, I dont do drugs. Im an atheist and I hate liars and hypocrites. I have OCD, a complex eating disorder, a criminal record and a boa constrictor named Nigel.
Easy as pie. Sorry to disappoint you spiky-head, but your not getting into my pants.
He was still staring at me, making me feel more like a big freak. I focused on the tablecloth, muttering under my breath.
Damn.
Im sorry I was late, and Im sorry for wasting your time. I hope
No, dont say a word. My names C-----, Im a 19 year old university drop-out, focusing on a career in photography. I dont smoke, I dont drink, I dont do drugs. Im an atheist and I hate liars and hypocrites. I have OCD, a complex eating disorder, a criminal record and a boa constrictor named Nigel.
She spoke as if from a textbook and broke her steady eye contact with me to look down at the table with a small sigh. I could see mousey roots coming through and little bleached bits in her hair. Took in the bitten nails and callused fingertips.
And Ive dont this too many times&
I knew it. I fucking knew it. Knew it as soon as I heard Tessas voice down the phone. Too high and giggly even for her, but yet I came anyway, like a stupid prat.
Shed told me we were going to check out some dive her cousin had told her about, but when I met her at the usual spot by the waterfall she bundled me onto a bus.
Late as usual eh? Im sick of you mopin around all the time. Ive found you a nice little lad, now go get yourself laid girl!
Id even tried reasoning with the bus driver after Tess had gone, but to no avail.
Sorry lass, but Im under orders not to let you off befo
I sighed heavily, leant back on my chair, and checked my watch for the 3rd time. 15 minutes late. Typical.
Im not sure what possessed me to accept Jerrys offer.
Seriously mate, just head over to The Bay Tree, 9pm this Friday, and Ill hook you up with some broad. One of Kirstys, cousins mates. You remember Kirsty dontcha? That Brighton chick with the huge knockers?
I sighed again. Damn you 8 month single streak. Jerry hadnt said much about this girl, only that she was 19 and single. I started shredding the napkin idly as I imagined what she might look like. Maybe I was being too pessimistic; t
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Lydia Kiernan
Favourite Movies
I couldn't pick just one...
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
It changes regularly
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The waiting game
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Tools of the Trade
pencil, fineliner, charcoal, camera
Other Interests
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Rules:
1) To each letter of an alphabet write a word connected to you
2) Tag 6 People
abc of my life:
A: Art. A large part of my life, and I'm still not sure where it stemmed from.
B: Books. I adore reading.
C: Cats. Who love to hog my bed.
D: Diary. Who doesn't like talking about themselves?
E: Epiphany. They pounce upon me regularly.
F: Fiwen. An important alias.
G: Gold. I prefer silver.
H: Horses. My favourite animal.
I: Ice-cubes. Which I hate in my drink, but have a fondness to hold.
J: J20. The best kind of refreshment.
K: Kendal, kisses, kick, kill. The better things in life.
L: Love. We can't do without it.
M: Men. We
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Rules : Turn on Google & look for the following expressions. Be mature & use your real name. Use the first thing that appears & makes sense...
Q. Put "[your name] needs" on Google
A. Kendal needs to start smoking again. (Obviously...)
Q. Put "[your name] looks like" on Google
A. Kendal looks like an old Jewish woman in big glasses with hose stuck in her head. (Wtf..)
Q. Put "[your name] says" on Google"
A. Kendal says bulimia is inevitable. (Course it is.)
Q. Put "[your name] wants" on Google
A. Kendal wants a $1.0 million pay increase (Now THAT ones true)
Q. Put "[your name] does" on Google
A. Ke