Writer's Block: A riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma

[amarissia]

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"I have been turned into a fortune cookie by my evil step-mother. Please don't eat me."

Comments

[kel-fish.livejournal.com]

Can you imagine making some of your own and slipping them in with the "real" ones in a restaurant? Heh. Well, now I just want to do this. Find myself a place in the back corner and watch people's reactions as they get the planted fortune cookies. And it would be absolutely hilarious if someone frantically ordered more food.

I'll have to start going through restaurants in your general area until I can yell, "It's you!" Then we can both run in different directions out of the restaurant while I mutter "never again, never again, never again..."

[amarissia.livejournal.com]

Excellent plan. It would work better if I could actually stomach Chinese food...but hey, all you need to do is find the person heaving over a toilet and asking herself why she felt the need to try something new. Then we can exchange a few giggly words before our synchronized meltdowns.

*nods solemnly*

[kel-fish.livejournal.com]

I guess I couldn't ask what the Chinese food is like in your neck of the woods then, 'cause here it sucks. I mean, there's a cheap place where you can get Chinese-like food from a Chinese family, but it's a buffet so quality is... well, thrown out at times for quantity. There used to be this awesome place that was authentic Chinese food down to the way they made their tea, homemade fortune cookies and everything (well, restaurant made, but still). It's the only place I really ever liked and it went out of business awhile back. I was devastated.

Nothing like talking to a person who just finished throwing up, then rushing into the stall yourself because you were a dumbass and ate before you ran into the bathroom to do something that would make you anxious in the first place. What an LJ post though: "Met amarissia. Threw up."

[amarissia.livejournal.com]

See, now we HAVE to meet someday so you can make that post. I will make one as well, that says "Met Kel_fish. Both threw up. Genesis screamed like a little girl."

[kel-fish.livejournal.com]

Pocket Axel cackled and tried to grope the nearest Choir member in the confusion. Then fled before revenge could be exacted, which means he hid in my fucking jeans pocket and now my leg is going to get hacked off at the thigh by someone with a long, fancy piece of metal.