What?
Oh, come on! I've given you four short stories in four days!
No! Sunday doesn't count... Fine then. Four short stories in FIVE days!
Seriously. I'm not a dancing monkey, here for your amusement.
No I'm not saying you called me a monkey, it was a metaphor.
Seriously? Everything that's going down right now you're getting hung up on a stupid metaphor?
No. I'm not calling YOU stupid, I'm calling the sit---
Wait...
Ok, I must be more stressed out and tired than I thought. What started as a throwaway gag about fourth wall breaking turned into a real argument with a fake audience. That's weird on several levels.
One - Why am I actually getting upset over a fake argument with a fake, vaguely defined someone or someones?
Two - Why, when I am talking to an imaginary friend, and as such can be talking to anyone I want to pretend is there; Why am I arguing with what seems to be a bitchy, annoying, high-maintanence girlfriend?
Three - Why am I pretending that anyone is actually reading this blog?
You know what? I don't have answers for any of those questions right now, so I'm going to bed. I'll see you all tomorrow, lovelies.
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