An email conversation, in non-haiku form.
Katie: Have they broken all your fingers? Are you now forced to pound out stories with bloody stumps? Have you gone into mourning over the death of Robert Urich? For the love of God. This can not continue. Where are the posts?
Me: Jesus Christ! What do you expect from me?! 1,000 words in the last two days!
Katie: I want obsessive, hourly postings. I want to know what you had for breakfast and how many licks it takes for you to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop. Updates. Dammit. Updates.
To satiate Katie’s desires: my traditional glass of water, and 1,239.
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For the record, Katie’s reaction to this posting: “I’ve said it before and will, undoubtedly, say it again. You are a bastard rat.”
I bet you don’t call her a bitch-ass skanky ho and threaten to beat her ass.
ouch.
Oh, I think he’s joking. Although I still cry myself to sleep at night over it.