me in a nutshell:
i fake-swooned on the couch like a victorian heroine, hoping that my cries would inspire james mcavoy to bring me a cuppa tea and a jammie dodger. they didn’t. so i yelled, “james, bring me a cuppa tea and a jammie dodger.” and he didn’t. so i got up and cooked ALL THE BACON IN THE HOUSE. then i ate it.
about two hundred of us gathered, weapons at the ready. we chanted, slapped our swords on the ground, and cheered the impassioned speeches of our bare-chested leader. as soon as the traffic light signalled blood red, we rushed to the middle of the intersection to meet the foes flowing toward us from across the street. furiously we hacked, slashed, and stabbed, wanting only to meet the enemy with the same bravery we saw in their eyes.