Common Sense: We need to talk.
Me: No we don't.
CS: Yes we do. You need to stop.
Me: I know. *hangs head* It's just…
CS: I know, sweetie. It's hard.
Me: ALL my friends, dude.
CS: If all your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?
Me: All my friends are in long term gaga googoo lovey dovey relationships.
CS: Not all.
Me: Not ALL, but most.
CS: I know it sucks.
Me: Not for them, I'm happy, I'm THRILLED for them, it's just…When's my turn?
CS: Dunno, babe. But you've got to stop with the Schmokay Lupid. It's getting ridiculous.
Me: It really is.
CS: Another swing and a miss.
CS: But if you don't keep trying, there's ZERO chance you'll meet someone. You work from home. You don't go to clubs and bars. And there's only so much you can what, LOITER? SOLICIT?
Me: I'm not becoming a hooker, for the love of god's pants.
CS: You're the one bitching and moaning, sister.
Me: I'm just stating facts.
CS: Well it's got to stop. You're whining and pissing and moaning and it's got to stop. The Kentucky Boys are coming home soon.
Me: YAY! Oh wait, the readers don't know about why we call the kittens The Kentucky Boys.
CS: I smell a blog for tomorrow.
Me: Excellent. I'm going to go vacuum. And straighten books.
CS: Yeah, no clue as to why you're a one date wonder, freakshow.
Me: I'm through listening to you.
CS: No more blind dates from the internet. I really mean it this time.
Me: Fine. I'll just die alone then.
CS: What did Snarky Amber say about being melodramatic?
Me: Shut up.
CS: Just stating facts.