sixwordstories | (no subject)

It happens to the best of us.

*raises a glass.* here here.

Are you finding it worth the responsibility thus far?

YOu know, I kinda sorta do.

Has hell frozen over yet?

I'm mature, but not that mature, you crazy bitch.

ooc hehe, he's a little bitter.

Now now, Christian. No reason to be harsh. I wish you and the lesbian every happiness. *scoffs and shakes her head* Are you really serious? Liz?

And are you seriously still trying to relive your potential but never quite had, glory years through my granddaughter?

Yeah, I', serious. Not that I think for a minute that you care.

It's just a little collagen. I will do what is necessary and you know that.

Oh please. You're breaking my heart.

If you could hear yourself ...forget it, Sean knows the truth anyway.

Believe me, sister, sunshine. I've been under your skin and that little heart of yours is blacker than your last movie costar credits.

*pouts softly* Oh...poor baby. Did somebody piss in your cheerios this morning?

And gave me six months to live, to boot.

So go ahead, get your digs in now while I'm still kicking.

Please. Can't get rid of you that easy. Let alone by cancer. So...don't be a complete douche bag and just kick back, marry a lesbo and die. Do something you normally aren't capable of and be a man.

True enough.

Oh and what? Marry my porn producer and take second fiddle as a consolation prize to his newer and younger, and a helluva lot more tighter starlets?

How's that for kicking back. *looks a little hot under the collar*

*smirks* You can take stabs at me. That's fine. Whatever makes you sleep easier at night. And what I said before is about as nice as I'm ever going to get with you. It's called reading between the lines, Christian.

Sean told me the good news. Are you the responsible surgeonly type like he is?

Thanks Teddy.

WHen I need to be and now, because I want to be.

Don't know how long it or I will last, but going to give it a shot.

Well, I hope that works out for you.

So do I.

Take any good phone pics today?

None worth forwarding.

Damn, was just getting used to your sense of humor too.

At least one of you is.

Yeah ...you really gotta try a different tact with Sean. Go stealth on his ass and he freaks. Ease him into things and let him think it's his idea.

Or, whatever works.

It's a shame I like to do things my way.

Yeah. Happens to the best of us.

Yourself included?

Been known to happen. *cheeky grin*

Maybe I picked the wrong surgeon, then.

Mmmmaybe, but I'm gonna try the faithful kick and see how that goes.

Oh?

Chloe! My most favorite new and nonjudgemental pal. *grin*

You want to good news or bad news first?

Oh boy, I need to break out hip waders for this!

Hit me with the good news first.

Yeah, it can get pretty deep with me, huh? And not in a good way. *looks about*

Ok, so ...getting married and guess who to?

You're getting married?! But, but the weather reports didn't say anything about hell freezing over!

Who?!

I know. And you can bet those little devils are doing triple axes on the lakes of hell right about now.

Liz, of course. *grin*

Liz?!?!

Woah there, pal-of-mine! Back up the truck! I thought she was leaving? And don't the two of you play for the same team?

I swear, Christian someday I'm going to write a soap opera about your life and make a fortune.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.

Well, she kinda sorta went switch hitter for me. *looks a little cocky about that*

Just cut me a percentage and send the proceeds to my youngest son.

Because the bad news is, I got six months at best, to live.

...Oh, Christian...

*shrugs*

It beats the alternative.