This is what a cheap-arse resorts to when:
1.) Inspiration is abundantly absent.
2.) She’s suffering from a debilitating bout of feeling slighted.
As will be evident, regardless of circumstances, it is deplorable and utterly juvenile. However, indulge me, for once.
Presenting: My conversation with Phish, who is a PROFESSIONAL WRITER [and I’m NOT]
Aren’t u missing me at all?
me: Umm. Are you missing me? When you're NOT swimming and all...
me: Well yes. A distant memory of meeting you once. fond, nonetheless.
Phish: i came FOUR times
me: damn. HOW could I forget in the 50 odd times I've been...
But. FYI [hooow I love this] the pool has been LOVELY in the last few days with this crazy weather.
me: Btw, tell me... is this very pretentious?...because I really felt it: swimming in the rain is like breathing mud dreams...
tell me. honestly.
Phish: it’s a lovely phrase
ive swum in d sea in d rain and THATS EXACTLY WOT IT WAS
me: well someone said it sounded like it was out of a reader's digest.
Phish: uh NO
me: I thought as much.
Phish: they would’ve said "swimming in the rain is the highest form of communion with nature".
or summin like that
me: no they would've said "swimming in the rain is ... WAH WAH WAH".
because 'they' are that eloquent.
Phish: that's Delhi Times
Clearly, by the end I was still talking about someone, Phish wasn’t. *Sigh*.