...you’re coworker gets a book in the mail and another coworker says ‘Is it about the Font?’ and you almost reply ‘it came in through the font.'
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Paydata, huh? Alright, I got a razor goto on this one mona with the chrome: she's wired up so tight her nailz vibrate. Had a ripper put it in 'er an now she's PDSing so hard her meatbag's giving up the ghost. But she's aces if she can crease her fixer, and frame her input for it before the jakes catch her copy topside. Scan?
The air smells like weed and urine, you see a homeless man is sleeping against a fire hydrant, also some hookers are standing by right outside.. a nearly naked fat man in womens dress is discussing religion with his compatriot in line behind you.. no one seems to think this is unusual so you pretend to feel the same.
You get to the cash and reach to pay for your food, which isn't actually what you wanted but you ordered hastily just to get the fuck out of here ...your debit card is extracted and you instantly see the err in judgement you've made, everyone else is paying with dirty wads of bills.. the debit machine looks poorly maintained..
Worrying that it's attracted notice from the other patrons, you use your nerves to feign a drug-twitch in the hopes no one hassles you. You start thinking to yourself what in gods name possessed me to book a hotel in this slum-zone just to get papers for my employer.. I should have sucked it up and sprung for the fancy hotel I am insane.. I am insane and I work too hard to be dealing with this shit.
And then your next thought is jesus fucking god I'm a corpie tourist without a clone.
And then you say, "thanks chica" to the sullen cashier as she hands you your food.
Then laugh all the way back to your hotel.
Woke up yesterday feeling like absolute shit. Body aches, day-one-of-the-flu stuff. Got to work and offhandedly told someone I felt like someone had beaten the shit out of me with a cricket bat.
Seeing as I'm in the U.S., the response was, "A -cricket- bat?"
Second one, I'm headed home this morning and there's a police car blocking the entrance to a nicer neighborhood and someone standing there next to an open cooler.
-First- thought in my head is, "Corpie got creased. Gotta save the chrome!"
You see a girl trying to talk her way onto the bus, and immediately think "Girl bats her big pretty eyelashes trying to talk her way onto the bus."
Obviously the use of Aces.
You see a ton of police on the street and think "Not the jakes!"
You take a long jog and think "Hm, how much UE did I just put into agility?"
The goth dance club in the old warehouse that you have to cut through a parking lot and alley to get into has gotten -way- more cool than it already was...
Aaand all the arguments about finding things out IC with your SO!
Not timely anymore, but I forgot to post it at the time.
Christmas shopping with my mom. She paid for something at a place that only took cash because I wasn't carrying any, and I told her, "I'll throw you some flash later."
Then I had to play it off like it was some super hip cool kid slang that she didn't know.
The worst thing is when you're going to talk to someone on Facebook, then you type:
say Blah blah blah Mano Ace!
Then realise it isn't gonna work..
I mean, that along with the fact I basically live the game now.. D=
When you tend to wear more dark clothing and try hide your face way more than usual to avoid being creased. Despite the fact you live in a suburban village.
Referring to cops as Jakes
Referring to drugs as candy
Desperately wanting gills.