20 August, 2011

Get One.

...look me in my eyes with the blank stare/ why don't you know/ why don't you know what to do....


What's wrong, honey?

"I have no fucking clue what's wrong! It just won't work!"

He's trying to fix the sink in the bathroom. I'm in the kitchen. I dig around in a drawer, find a chopstick.

I carry it to the bathroom, hold it out to him.

"What's this?" He takes it.

It's a clue stick.

Fluffy, helping, chimes in: "That's not- that's a chopst-"

Shut UP. Work with me, here.

(Rob Allen; Clueless)

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