“What are you doing?”


“I’m reading this book called Me, Myself, and Pie. It’s a woman’s journey to getting fat.”

“Why would you ever want to read that?”

“Well it’s like a car crash where you can’t look away only instead of cars it’s a fat lady and a chain of pie shops. That’s right not just a pie shop, a whole chain of them.”

“That is disgusting.”

“What are you talking about, this is the soul reason I live in America.”

“For morbid obesity?”

“Well that and also we have American Idol.”

“Really? American Idol? You could have at least picked Survivor or Apprentice or Biggest Loser, but American Idol?”

“Well it’s obviously the most American. I mean come on American is in the name. Oh and we have Ke$ha, she’s like a song writing genius.”

“You are the reason our country has such a bad reputation. I am embarrassed to be related to you.”

“What a lie. Without me you would just sit in your room and read the dictionary all day.”

“There’s nothing wrong with building vocabulary! Not that you would know, seeing as you don’t have any. Besides I was only doing that because I was in between novels.”

“See that’s what I mean. Why would anyone want to hang out with you when you do things like build your vocabulary and say novel. Seriously I just want to hit you every time you say novel. Just say book.”

“Sorry if I’m too sophisticated for you but I prefer to have an I.Q. higher than a caterpillar.”

“Wow. That’s just-. I don’t even know how to say anything to that. You are the weirdest person I know.”

“Says the boy who’s reading a book about a fat woman in a pie shop.”

“Her name is Wilma and it’s a chain of pie shops. Some people just have no respect.”

(walks off)

“What just happened?”

i don't know i wrote this a while ago. it's just kind of random. so yeah.
 
i like pie,
Jennjeanne