ooohhmmgg, that’s brilliant. You’ve just made my day. I’ve been reading k/s stories all day. Squee!!!
"Holy cow I’m turning into a California Raisin!" —Yelled by me upon the realization that I stayed in the bath too long. My feet look like death.
Which brings up the thought.
I look like a raisin, maybe I was destined to turn into a dead grape. We eat DEAD grapes. SO… does that mean that raisins are Zombie Grapes?
I don’t want to turn into a zombie grape. I haven’t lived my life yet, haven’t met any celebrities. This is unfair. I used to think raisins were safe, apparently I’ve been living in a bubble of lies.
Sometimes I get upset because my children’s children’s children will probably witness the beginning of unprecedented space travel. I want to be able to decide: college or Star Fleet?
I would have said fuck off to college and gone into the sciences or even medical. My life could be something so amazing and there could be a real Vulcan civilisation out there. How decidedly kick ass would that be? The answer is Illogically kick ass. But I do love being a child of the 90’s so maybe,by the time I’m old enough to be an admiral, maybe they’ll freeze my body and let me wake up in San Francisco. That would be the best life.