Posts about Discourse

Such clever liars

21st September 2009

I’m sorry but you can’t possibly be who you say you are and have done these things that you say you have done.”

Why not?”

Because my whole life no one’s ever been true and I’m not true, therefore I suspect you are not either.”

Oh. Makes sense I suppose.”

Yes.”

So I don’t even get a chance to prove it, huh.”

Nope. You can’t prove something that just isn’t.”

Huh. Okay then. So I guess this is it.”

Wait. No. What?”

Well I mean, why would you continue to associate with a liar?”

Well, I mean let’s not be hasty.”

Obviously

23rd August 2009

Hi.”

Hi.”

Who are you?”

A person.”

What can you do for me?”

I don’t know. Probably nothing?”

Oh.”

Where are you going?”

Over there.”

Sir?

29th June 2009

What’d you doing sir? Excuse me? Excuse me, sir? What’d you doing? Sir? Sir? Sir put that down! Sir what’d you think you’re doing?! What’d you think you’re doing sir!
Man—
Man fuck this shit.
Sir! Sir come here, sir! Oh my god. Where is he—
Sir? Sir? Where the fuck are you going? What the fuck are you doing SIR.
Sir. No. NO, SIR. NO.
SIR?!

Hi.

1st March 2009

Oh hi. Oh hi it’s you. It’s you again. Hi. Hi, how are you? How have you been? Have you been well? Are you doing well? Are you? Doing? Doing well? Oh, it’s great to see you. Really great. Great. And you’re doing well. You’re doing so well that’s great. That’s really great. Great. Great.

The Plot

12th February 2009

Hey get over here quick. She’s on.”

She’s on?”

Oh yeah. She’s on all right.”

What’s she saying?”

I’m not even repeating that shit. That shit is fucked up.”

I think I love her.”

Fuck off.”

I’m serious! I do. I think I love her.”

Why do you do that?”

What?”

You say love when you mean you want to fuck or fuck over.”

I’m a romantic, and you know—”

Wait wait. Look at this shit. Oh my god.”

Hoooooly mary mother of god.”

Haha.”

Dude, she’s crazy.”

I know.”

Hey, you think she knows?”

What? That we? Nah man.”

Okay, so are we doing it?”

Yeah. You ready?”

Fuck yeah.”

In which we’re almost certainly not in love

4th February 2009

… and she said you were in love.”

The fuck?”

She said you were in love. Who are you in love with?”

She’s full of shit, obviously.”

So you’re not in love?”

Look at me? Am I glowing? Do I have a shit-eating grin on my face? Is everything rosy kittens and strawberry ice cream and hallucinatory orgasms? Who am I in love with? That guy that slept huddled up next to me for an hour on the train - even though there were plenty of empty seats to move to - him? Am I in love with him? Or maybe I’m in love with the sweet one in my office who constantly smiles at me and nothing else? How about that rude, blonde snot-nosed airhead I so violently want to hatefuck? Maybe I’m love with her? No I know. MAYBE, I’m in love with that guy from ‘amateur cute couple’ I rubbed one out to the other day. The one who kept gushing over how beautiful his saggy-titted, chunky, short-haired, doe-eyed girlfriend was. Yes, maybe he’s the fabled object of my affections. Clearly he’s been the object of my pathetic masturbatory fantasies so why the fuck not?”

I’m just telling you what she said.”

I’m just telling you she can fuck off.”

Scripted

15th October 2008

So, first I think you should paddle me ‘til my ass is rosy warm.”

Okay.”

Then, tell me what a good girl I am.”

Okay.”

Um. Then finger me while I’m still over your knee.”

Sure.”

Is there anything you want to do?”

I don’t know.”

Seriously?”

I’ll … kiss you.”

Anything else?”

And fondle your tits.”

Great. That’s original. Okay, let’s go through this again. Warm cheeks, lots of praise, fingering, boring kissing slash fondling, and then we can fuck.”

Yeah. Wait, how?”

Oh god, I don’t know. Doggie.”

Okay.”

You can hang on to my hair for leverage.”

Okay.”

Is there anything you won’t agree to?”

Can I come on your face?”

NO!”

Oh.”

No blowjob, either. Not today.”

On your tits, then.”

What is this? Insipidmalefantasies.com? Do you see me holding a cheap digital recorder?”

That’s an idea.”

Let me write this all down for you.”

Great writers never need write

8th October 2008

I’ve just written four stories.”

Where?”

In my head.”

Oh.”

What?”

Well, it’s just … that doesn’t help anyone else much, does it?”

Who said stories should be helpful?”

Whom indeed.”

Oh, just fuck off will you.”

It’s like a metaphor for our relationship: towels

17th May 2008

See, I’m like this beach towel.”

What are you talking about?”

The beach towel, in this bath, with the bath towels.”

” … ”

Don’t you see? It’s like a metaphor for our relationship.”

And you’re the beach towel?”

Yes.”

Then who am I?”

You’re the bath towel.”

Oh.”

You know what I mean? Think about it. What are the main differences between a beach towel and a bath towel? Beach towels are…?”

BIG! Beach towels are big.”

Ummm…”

Oh, sugar, I know you’re worried about your weight, but…”

Shut up. Beach towels are colourful. I bring colour into your life, that’s what I’m saying. I’m different from the others, I make your life better, even though, technically, I shouldn’t be in it.”

So you’re loud and obnoxious is what you’re saying?”

Just shut up. I’m not loud. Obnoxious, maybe. Not loud.”

Okay, okay. So my life is this bathroom… ha! And you’re the beach towel that doesn’t belong in the bathroom. And me and everyone else in my life are bath towels.”

Yes.”

Why do you get to be the unique one? It’s my bathroom, so surely I am the beach towel and it’s everyone else who are the bath towels.”

Forget it.”

Heh. You know… I just thought of something. I am about to dry my ass with you.”

Imogen, dear

24th March 2008

Dear Imogen,

If I had a tune for every time I’ve left, I’d make you an electronic keyboard with 750 pre-programmed sounds. I’d ship it across the cellophane seas on an origami boat, with a tin can at the helm and a jar of Branston Pickle. I’ve no doubt it would find it’s way to you. When it did, would you fly the melodies back, on the 747 jumbo jet in first class? It might be a long flight, but with a more comfortable seat, they can sleep for a while, for ages, if need be. Until they are ready. To breathe in the snow and rustle the trees.

With love,
 Ani

Heard tell

14th February 2008

Random things people have said to, about, or in front of me:

[During a business trip] “Venezuela is the arse end of the world.”

[After reading a letter I wrote] “You’re starved for love.”

[With detectable pride] “My father refused to watch baseball when they started allowing black people to play.”

[On Hilary Clinton] “Even women aren’t voting for that bitch.”

[Drunk outside the pub] “I hate you fucking Americans. I’m a nice guy, really. I fucking hate you.”

[A month or two before disappearing] “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you, support you.”

[Male colleague about female colleague] “She deserves to be violently raped.”

[Colleague, upon learning I’d been hired] “Another one?”

[Without a hint of irony] “Shopping is women’s work.”

[Stranger on the street] “You’re too pretty and young to be smoking.”

[After telling a Hitler joke] “Hahaha! Haha. Ha.” [Crickets.]

[Monumentally stupid colleague] “George Bush is a really smart man, he’s just playing to the lowest common denominator.”

[Someone I love] “I think you are as confused and bewildered as only some of us are prepared to admit.”

[My mother, upon making the shocking discovery that I have male friends] “What, like with benefits?”

[Male colleague about female colleague] “Mmmm. She’s fucking tasty.”

[Executive twat, introducing me to higher-up executive twat] “This is Ani. I’m not sure what she, uhh, does… here.”

[About a lovely man] “I wouldn’t date a white guy. Ew.”

[Genuine friend] “You’re safe now.”

Saturday, 1500 hours. Crowded double-decker, Central London.

13th February 2008

Pardon me… Pardon me. Oh, I’m sorry. I just hit you with my bags, didn’t I?”

Yeah, watch where the fuck you’re going!”

SORRY! Ugh!”

***

Pardon me… Pardon me. Oh, I’m sorry. I just hit you with my bags, didn’t I?”

No.”

Oh. Oh, I thought I hit something…”

I said no.”

Oh. Um, alright then.”

Look, you didn’t hit me, okay.”

Oookay.”

Fine.”

Fine!”

Fine.”

***

Pardon me… Pardon me. Oh, I’m sorry. I just hit you with my bags, didn’t I?”

Ow! Yes, that hurt tremendously.”

Oh? Oh. Um, I’m really sorry.”

How sorry?”

Ummm…?”

Sorry enough to go for a coffee with me?”

Huh?”

Coffee shop. Next stop. Down the road. You can buy me one if it will make you feel better?”

Yeah… Yes. Yes, that would be lovely.”

***

Pardon me… Pardon me. Oh, I’m sorry. I just hit you with my bags, didn’t I?”

Yes, but that’s quite alright.”