I am trying desperately to HTMLize as fast as I can and Julien is spouting random, n’importe quoi phrases from across the table, where he is sitting in front of his computer.
Earlier he sighed and said to himself : “I’m so beautiful.”
Then, he starting clicking on all the mp3s in his computer, playing each song for 3 seconds. After the barrage of screeching noise, feedback, and guitar intros, he said to himself : “But… all these songs are GOOD!!!”
He licked my ear and asked if he could pick me up by the skin of my neck, like a cat. He laughed uproariously when I informed him I was not a kitty, then returned to his computer and commenced clicking on the mp3 playlist.
He is now drumming on an imaginary drum kit. When I looked at him – glanced at him, really, because I really didn’t want him to think that I wanted his attention – he asked, “Why are you judging me?!”
And you wonder why I never get any work done…
