For whatever reason, Nick Bryant decided I was going to get NO SLEEP last night. And when I say no sleep? I mean that I was checking the clock every 45 minutes, sometimes less.

This man, for NO REASON I CAN FATHOM, sat in my brain (thank you so much, Teresa, go jump in a lake) and... fuckifIknow, did nothing all night long. And get this! The mun for another character was there (that Lucky chick) only SHE looked just like her PB (since I don't even know what she MIGHT look like) and it was all about his suits and shit.

His. CLOTHES.

I think he wanted to hold meaningful convos with the wife of his that lives in MY head, but HELLO, we were trying to sleep. And by GOD, I have NEVER had that happen to me before. Fake people (THAT DON'T EVEN BELONG TO ME) keeping me awake.

And dammit, HE'S REAL. He's a real person. He was just waaaaaaaaandering around. Lookin' all smart and shit in his suits.

Note to self (and T): No more talking about that man's clothes ever again. And I'm not screencapping anymore shieze. NO MORE. *needs drugs, clearly*


EDITED: THIS. He wanted to know if I liked the [LIGHT GREY SUIT] or the [DARK GREY SUIT] better. ARGH!

From: [identity profile] ramdonomo.insanejournal.com


I so don't even wanna talk about it because I DON'T love it. It was seriously disturbing. In my mind.

In the way that I hate Derek Jeter. If I ever see this man on the street? I know I'ma walk up screaming, "WHY WOULDN'T YOU JUST LET ME SLEEP!? WHY?!"

From: [identity profile] vespurrs.insanejournal.com


... I'm sorry. I'm not understanding how Nick could possibly be disturbing.

From: [identity profile] ramdonomo.insanejournal.com


HE WOULDN'T LET ME SLEEP.

And? He's vain. He kept following me around asking about his clothes. And... other things, I don't remember. Just... kept following me around.

From: [identity profile] vespurrs.insanejournal.com


Still not disturbing to me. *G*

Was this Nick, or was it Kitt? Kitt I could see doing that! ;P

From: [identity profile] ramdonomo.insanejournal.com


No, no. It was NICK. NICK was FOLLOWING ME. All over the place. Just. Fucking. Stalking. Me. ALL OVER THE PLACE.

It was like, "SHOO! I gotta sleep." Even though I was walking down the street. And you know how when you wake up you don't go back to the same dream? He was WAITING for me. Stalker.

From: [identity profile] vespurrs.insanejournal.com


Asking you about which suit you liked best on him?

WHY CAN'T *I* HAVE THESE KINDS OF DREAMS?!?

And then he was waiting for you?

ARGH!!!!! *tears hair out*

Obviously, I have NO sympathy for you. *G*
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