[003] - Voice: Excuse Me.

[mysicksadlife]

[She's been putting this off. Actually, she's managed to put it off for a very long time now. But as slow as she may be, she knows when there's something she needs to say.]

Look, this probably isn't how you're supposed to do this sort of thing, but I'd rather get it out there up front and over with. I'm sorry for any... strange things I may have said or done while I wasn't quite feeling like myself.

That goes for Valentine's Day, and more recently. Though I have to admit recently wasn't that bad. In fact, if it was always like that here, I could probably get used to it. Eventually. Enough to hold my complaining down to a dull roar, anyway.

So I was wondering, too, about these filial spirits. If magic is really something here, it probably behooves me to try to see it at work. Anyone willing to volunteer to let me? I'm not saying I'm going to try it out myself, or anything like that. I just want to see it.

Comments

[cuteisawayoflife]

Well, that was rude. She should've just said what she meant instead of giving you some stupid backhanded encouragement and being a jerk about it later! [Quinn doesn't know how THAT feels, not at all.]

[mysicksadlife]

I'm pretty sure I was a jerk, too. I wasn't thinking about the fact they'd been going out all that time, or how it looked, or what Jane must have been thinking.

[cuteisawayoflife]

Oh, right. Yeah, that was kind of thoughtless, I guess. [Is it? Quinn's so used to stealing boyfriends from Sandi, but she's beginning to realize Daria's mind doesn't operate the way hers does.]

[mysicksadlife]

Thoughtless is one word. [Jackass is another. She has a lot of regrets over how she handled it. Though, she supposes, no regrets over how things turned out - not even the end; it was inevitable, and no one's fault.]

[cuteisawayoflife]

But obviously it all worked out okay in the end.

[mysicksadlife]

I guess so. I'm hoping next time works out a bit better.

That might be why 'next time' will probably take awhile.

[cuteisawayoflife]

But...you two are still together.

[mysicksadlife]

This just became one of those 'awkward moments brought to you by this place'.

[And now she gets to wonder what the truth is. Wouldn't it be more likely for her to think she was still with Tom, refusing to acknowledging the relationship ended, or something like that?]

Tom and I broke up a little while ago. College is coming, and it wasn't going to work out.

[cuteisawayoflife]

Oh...so in your version of home, it's...

[mysicksadlife]

They nabbed me just before I could escape to college.

[cuteisawayoflife]

Oh...

[mysicksadlife]

Yeah. They could have picked a better time. I don't think this is even an improvement on Lawndale.

[cuteisawayoflife]

...sorry they picked such a bad time.

[mysicksadlife]

It's not so bad. And you'd be in pretty bad shape without someone with some common sense around. [And her friends certainly aren't going to provide that.]

[cuteisawayoflife]

Yeah, yeah, by now if you weren't here I'd probably have a tattoo or something.

[mysicksadlife]

Is there even a tattoo parlor?

[cuteisawayoflife]

I dunno. Maybe.

[mysicksadlife]

[Fine. It's time to play a stupid game.]

If you did get a tattoo, what would it be, and where?

[cuteisawayoflife]

Um, well...there was that time I got a fake tattoo on my arm, for Alternapalooza, so...I guess there? [You kind of caught her by surprise, Daria, she was bluffing.]

[mysicksadlife]

I guess I can tell you now.

I did get my belly button pierced that time. [Poor Quinn, trying to get her in trouble for it by the time it healed.]

I just took it out when it was itching and it healed over.

[cuteisawayoflife]

Oh, now you tell me? You know, Mom and Dad thought I was crazy all night because of your lie!

[mysicksadlife]

You've pulled plenty of your own tricks in your time. Besides, I'd never have heard the end of it.

[cuteisawayoflife]

Hmph. Well, I guess we're even, then. Or something.