Last night, when I was on the subway with Princess of Darkness, I told her about how I felt sharing Bizzy's apartment with her two new cats. POD was distressed by this episode because by the end of it, I was in tears and she couldn't tell if they were tears from laughing so hard or ... just tears. I don't think she was paying attention to what I had to say at all, because she kept interrupting me every five seconds to say, "Are you on your medication?" and "No, seriously, did you run out of pills?"
I said, "No really, I think I can turn this into a brilliant essay. Do you have any idea who would buy it?"
"No one," she said. "No one would would ever publish what you just told me."
"Nerve?" I asked. "Do you think Nerve.com would buy it?"
"Well, Hitler is dead, and that would be your total target audience, so no."
That reminds me. Maybe I should go check out Overheard in New York and make sure none of our fellow passengers were listening too closely.
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Unless you had some sort of erotic fantasy about the cats, I'm thinking Nerve isn't the way to go! :D
Perhaps Nerve was the wrong market. My fantasies for these cats were hardly erotic, but they did involve bondage (theirs).
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