#just when you thought this contest can't get any weirder

[torveiglyart]

The more I think about my hobbies and achievements (or lack thereof), the weirder I realize my life is. I had never really thought about some of these things until as of recent, specifically when someone introduced to another as "cool". Like what.

First things first that I've talked about on here is I'm an oboe player. Which is already a kind of "different" instrument to play. And, actually, I've been third chair in the All-District wind ensemble for grades 11-12. So there's that.

Another thing I tend to tell people /if prompted/ is I'm a nationally recognized Scottish Highland dancer. I placed third in the southeast regionals and qualified to perform in Las Vegas along with everyone else who qualified across the country. This one is kinda like my "fun fact" during ice breakers 'cause it's something I know won't be repeated.

I'm a digital artist, as you all know, but I also do traditional art often. A few of my paintings in my portfolio helped me score a spot in NCSU's ID program. Maybe one day I'll scan them and post here.

I'm a singer. This one goes multiple ways as in: HS choir, church choir, musical theatre, and bands. I just like singing and got blessed with a nice voice... I think.

I can bake and decorate very well. As in won a cookie decorating contest at the NC State Fair well. That was a good year for me :). But it's also the perfect ganache every time kind of good. I guess the same can be said about cooking given no meal I've made has gone wrong or tasted bad. I seriously hope it stays that way.

This next one only partially counts because while I'm not /fluent/ by any means, I can somewhat comfortably hold a conversation in a few languages. French, Spanish, Japanese, and, strangely enough, Swahili, are languages I've worked on since uhhhh... I don't know at this point. And I've since added Scottish Gaelic to that list to work on. Languages just fascinate me and I plan to travel A LOT when I get the money to do so.

I do archery in my free time. Often enough I have my own bow and arrows. It’s fun. And last time I went to an actual range I never missed a target which I’m totally bragging here but it’s also just a fun activity to get anger out, you know?

Back to the musical theatre thing, I actually was called back for an audition to enroll at UNCSA, but did not make it. And back in freshman year, I did this whole Society Performers multi-class thing, but cut it short to work on my studies. So while I probably could have gone into theatrics, I don't think that would have been the best choice for me.

An going further back to the instruments, I can also play piano, ukulele, and clarinet, but lessons are those were far fewer than oboe.

Time for the weirder stuff.

I definitely have ADHD, and so does my dad, but we're both undiagnosed so let's just not go there.

I can't whistle or roll my tongue. People always seem really surprised by this one but it's not like I'm in a tiny percentage with that one.

I'm nearsighted in one eye and far sighted in the other, and I also only require one contact lense/prescription. Actually let's call this the whacky section.

I'm allergic to celery. Yes, celery. And only that. Not pollen, not pets, not dust, not even ragweed, but celery. And only when it's raw. Cooked in a dish? Fine. Raw in a salad? Cotton-mouthed and itchy. Not terribly sad about it though.

I can't ride a bike. Like, I know how to in theory, but I just never had a bike growing up. My older sister's always had a flat tire, and by the time my younger brother got one, I was too big to ride it. So I scooter instead :).

I have perfect pitch, as in I hear a pitch, and can tell you the note it is, and can tell you what key a song is originally in and sing it. I would get in trouble a lot as a kid for "picking a fight" with my siblings by telling them, "it actually goes like this," and then changing the key they were singing in. While many find this cool or helpful, unless you're a music student or something, it's actually annoying. The car radio is always a few microtones sharp and there's nothing I can do to make it in tune. My choir teacher would also have me sing the starting pitch for songs, no tuner, which was nerve-wracking.

WOW this was just me ranting (bragging) lol, sorry about that, but hey! Now you know more about me!

If you have any questions or comments, don't be afraid to ask! Or, y'know, do the whole asks thing. I think I changed the icon for that but I'm not sure.

[because-its-eurovision]

Finnish weekly magazine APU used to publish famous people as paper dolls between 1968 and 1998. The dolls ranged from sports stars to royals, tv comedians, beauty queens, and of course singers, including our Eurovision representatives. 

Many of the dolls were collected and printed into a book in 2008. It doesn’t include all of them, but at the end of a book there is a list of all the dolls published and after some research I managed to find pictures of all of the Eurovision dolls. I will collect each decade into a different post.

Finnish Eurovision representatives from the 1960′s, ordered by the year their dolls were published in:

1968: Kristiina Hautala (ESC 1968), also the first paper doll published in the magazine 1968: Katri Helena (ESC 1979 & 1993) 1969: Kirka Babitzin (ESC 1984) 1969: Jarkko ja Laura (ESC 1969) 1969: Päivi Paunu (ESC 1972) 1969: Fredi (ESC 1967 & 1976) 1969: Ann-Christine (ESC 1966) 1969: Lasse Mårtenson (ESC 1964) 1969: Laila Kinnunen (ESC 1961, Finland’s first ESC representative)

[tk-productions]

Mystic Sisters- Ch.15 Broken Trust

Hikari’s Pov

“Hikari, can you take this order to Mr. Suzuki? It’s his and his wife’s anniversary cake.”  Mrs. Hino said from the back room. I nodded taking off my apron and hanging on its hook before picking up the cake box. Mr. Suzuki’s apartment wasn’t that far from the cafe. He and his wife always came in at least once a week ordering cookies and lattes. I quickly dropped off the cake and headed back to the cafe. Walking back is when I felt a familiar cold breeze. I looked around and there weren't too many people around. “Great, the perfect time to attack” I  thought to myself. I stood there for a few moments thinking what I should do. Suddenly the air no longer felt cold. All I could focus on was a strong scent. The more I took in this scent the more I was thirsty.  I walked closer towards the scent but stopped in my tracks when I made eye contact with the blue eyed boy that I was too familiar with. The longer we had this staring contest the thirstier I grew. I started to walk towards him picking up my pace as I went. I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't gonna actually fight him was I? Someone called my name, stopping me in my tracks. I turned around to see Mr Hara.

“Hikari? Are you okay? Are you heading to work?” I turned back around and blue eyes was gone. “I was heading back.” I told him turning back around to face him. He told me he was on his way to the cafe so we walked back together. One the way back I thought about that time Mr. Hara showed up when I was being chased. This was the second time he had showed up like this.  Was he really just in the neighborhood or was he watching me? I mean weirder things have happened. Returning back to the cafe I drank two glasses of water within the span of a minute. Hisako watched me while finishing off a cookie. 

“Someone is thirsty.” She laughed. I rolled my eyes at her putting my apron back on and walked into the front. When I got back Mr. Hara was rushing out the door. He always seemed busy. He rarely showed up to school anymore. Maybe there was something going on. Our other teachers always said he had family business to attend to and that’s why he was almost never there. He always seemed to be in the neighborhood though. Almost every time I had a run in with one of those boys he was there. I shook my head not wanting to think about the possibility of my teacher watching me. There were no customers right now so I started cleaning the table. When I was cleaning the last table I knocked over a glass of water. Reaching out to grab the glass when the water on the table froze. I quickly drew my hand back looking at the now frozen water. Did I do that? I touched the water and it went back to its liquid state.  I stepped back for a moment staring at the water. Waving my hand over the water it all went back into the glass. The table was dry like nothing happened.  I can control water now? What’s next?  

Hisako was locking up tonight so I got  to go home first. It was windy and pretty cold but luckily the train station wasn't that far. The wind blew harder sending a chill throughout my body. I was walking along the same path I was earlier when I felt his presence. I stopped in the exact same spot where we had locked eyes earlier. I don’t know how long I stood there but I jumped when I heard footsteps approaching me. 

“Well, well you must be the one he can’t seem to stay away from.” A tall boy smirked at me. 

“Who?” I asked confused. “The blue eyed boy that’s been stalking you.” He laughed taking a few steps closer. I stepped back with every move he made. 

“Why are you so afraid hm? Akio was right you are pretty cute.” So that’s his name. Akio.  He tried to grab my face but I swatted his hand away. He raised his  eyebrows, surprised at my actions.  “Playing hard to get? How cute.” He leaned down so we were now eye level.

“I like girls who are feisty.” he winked. With that I punched him in his nose causing him to stumble back a little.

“Is that feisty enough for you?” he looked up at me angrily with blood running down his face. 

“Do I need to punch you again?” A sudden rush of confidence rushed over me and I walked closer to him. “Or do I need to break your nose so you’ll get the message?!’ 

 “You bitch.” he snarled, getting ready to attack me when another figure tackled him to the ground punching him repeatedly. I watched as he punched the boy over and over, not missing once. 

“Stop before you kill him!” 

“Maybe I should.” the boy growled turning back to face me. It was Akio. His eyes were darker and filled with anger. Just like how Haru’s were before. A punch to his jaw sent him flying off the boy and closer to me. 

“You really are whipped aren't you? You look at her for one second and you lose your focus.” the other boy said from the ground. His right eye was black. The boy jumped up trying to hit Akio but Akio kicked him sending him flying. Akio grabbed my hand and took off running. For him to have a cold exterior his hands were warm and comforting. Within seconds we were in front of the train station. Looking around it was the same train I always took. He really is stalking me. I heard the train signaling that it would be here any second. 

“Get on and go home. I'll handle him.” He finally said. 

“Wait why are you helping me?” He didn’t say anything but took off his beanie and put on my head. 

“Here. It’s cold.” The train showed up and he nudged me into the train. I watched him from the window running back the direction we came from. I sat back on the seat and let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding. Everything is getting weirder and weirder. 

“Im home.” I said tiredly, taking off my shoes and hanging my bag up. 

“Why are you so late? Did something happen?” Yua asked from the couch eating a bowl of chips. “You look tired.” Yua followed me into the kitchen as I heated up leftovers. I told her everything that happened. 

“So if I were to throw a glass of water at you, you’d be able to stop it?” She grinned hand gripping the glass in front of her. 

“Yua don’t!” Before I knew it water came flying towards my face. I put both of my hands in front of my face, stopping the water. This time it froze mid air. I sighed, taking the glass from her and touched the water returning it back into the glass. 

“I wonder if you can control other elements.” 

“Yuaaaa.” I whined. “That’s not important. What is important is why Akio protected me.” I told her cleaning my dishes. 

“Maybe he thinks you're cute.” She winked. I hit her arm with the wet dish towel. “You're not helping.” 

I was finally back in my room after a long day. I changed into my pj’s and sat on my bed. I stared at Akio’s beanie sitting on my desk. He seemed so different from the time he attacked Yua and I. He was more gentle and caring. I walked over and picked up the hat running my fingers over the soft material. I closed my eyes and smiled. “Hikari don't cry. I hate it when you cry.” I heard a voice in my head say. I dropped the hat and my eyes shot open. 

“Akio?”

A few days later 

“Why don’t you believe me?!”  Yua yelled from the other side of the table at our dad. He sighed resting his chopsticks on the table next to his bowl. We were supposed to be having dinner but like most night lately there was more fighting being done than eating.

“If these boys attacked you why didn't you say anything before? You waited until now to tell me or your mom.”

“How can I tell you when you're never home? When you are home all you do is get into fights with mom. What happened to you?!” 

“Don’t raise your voice at me.” 

“No, because the only time you listen to me is when I'm yelling. Otherwise you forget that you have a family.”

“Yua I didn’t forget-”

“Who is she? Who is that girl you were having dinner with? Remember you said you had a “work dinner”.  He stared at her without saying anything. 

“Hikari and I saw you. Haru saw you too. Are you cheating on mom? Why are you trying to break our family apart?”

“Yua that’s enough!” mom cried out finally saying something. Her and I had both been quiet this whole time. 

“You always jump to conclusions. You’ve been so wrapped in Haru ever since he left and now that he’s back it’s even worse. He’s changed you. He’s the reason you don’t trust me or anyone. You're just afraid that someone will leave you again like he did.” I could tell Yua was hurt at this point. She was on the brink of crying. 

“I'm more afraid of being raised by someone like you. I can't even trust my own parents. I rather be abandoned again than to be raised by you.” Yua got up from her chair and headed straight to her room. Dad turned his attention to me. “Are you gonna follow her like you always do?” He asked angrily. I did follow her. I found Yua sitting on her bed angry. I sat down across from her waiting for her to talk. After a few minutes she finally looked at me. 

“You made me stay once but this time we’re leaving.”

“And where are we going?”

“I don’t know. Anywhere but here.” Yua continued on with her rant but I couldn't really hear her. I could hear that voice that I always heard trying to say something. I closed my eyes and focused on what they were trying to say.  “You need to leave. Get out of there and we’ll find you. No matter what we’ll find you. If you need me, focus on me. My name is Saki -”  ” We’ll find you? So there was more than one person looking for us. It seemed like Saki wanted to say more but was cut off. Maybe it was time for us to leave. Neither one of us felt safe here anymore. I opened my eyes and Yua was already looking at me.

“The voice came back. What did she say?”

“We need to leave.” 

[punkscowardschampions]

Junior & Nancy

Gay nerds

Junior: Nance, how on earth are you tackling this art project? To say I'm discombobulated is an understatement that isn't getting me an A any time soon! Nancy: 😕 sums it up in a way. Obviously I can fall back on the twin thing but is that too safe? 😩 But we couldn't be more different Junior: 😖 Like, I love how vague and open to our own interpretation it is...but also I fucking hate how vague and open to our own interpretation it is! 😢😂 No one would blame you; least of all me, 'cos I was tempted- being the sore thumb I am when counting our ten- and I've not even got the twin angle everyone is so about in all areas of art tbh Junior: If nothing else, Buster is a willing participant in a photo op always? Junior: Ooh, you could get something matchy match from your childhood photos (I know they exist) and splice it with portraits of you now...Think that elevates it Nancy: You've put your finger on it. Nancy: But I don't think you're so right about the lack of blame 🤔 even with the boy/girl straight/gay redhead/brunette angle it still feels ??? Nancy: Basic 😒 Junior: I get you Junior: Meant to become the next Magritte in just 4 weeks, like !!! Junior: Well, I've heard at least 4 girls from class saying they're going to do a heavily made-up portrait next to a #nofilter #naturalbeauty one so Junior: We'll do better than that by default but I'd like to come up with something vaguely original still Junior: Miss' sanity relies on us lowkey, no pressure 😷😜 Nancy: I had that passing thought let it go though 😜 Nancy: You could text her Nancy: 😕 yes pressure Nancy: What to do? Junior: I like to keep it in professional hours Junior: for her sake, she gets a bit amorous when she's had a glass o vino after work Nancy: 😮 she does? Nancy: can I bribe my way to top of the class by raiding the cellar Junior: That was my second suggestion 😏 Junior: Take one for the team please 🙏 Nancy: but she's straight STRAIGHT Nancy: couldn't be enough Nancy: back to the mindmap Junior: Damn straights 😒 Junior: if all else fails, we can put this grade next to our last Junior: break the fourth wall, v meta Nancy: our school gets the one bohemian who is Nancy: put her next to the sterotypical art teacher Junior: did you mean my mother? 🤔 Junior: her, the engineer, hilarious 😂 Junior: Mum'd be up for it, you may borrow her Nancy: I might yet Nancy: when's this due again? Junior: we've still got 3 weeks, don't worry Junior: just trying to get it over and done with here Nancy: I should Nancy: The Tempest essay is due soon Junior: Don't remind me, even the gayness can't make it enjoyable, like many a teen show 🤷 Junior: Could combine? Somehow? Umm Junior: The supernatural characters and the humans...why yes, I am clutching at straws Junior: This term is killing me Nancy: If I'd get away with handing in some shots instead of an essay I would Nancy: not happening Nancy: 😩 Nancy: What ideas have you had? For the juxtaposition...forget the tempest Nancy: burn that Junior: If only, 1000 words=1 photograph, no contest really Junior: again, if only Will had 💀 Junior: The idea I can't get out of my head, even though it has been done to death so is BEYOND basic, is mashing up a classical art piece with something modern and pop culture...to say something about me (eww!) Junior: Tbf, they usually use Renaissance or very very famous art pieces so I could win points by using some relevant surrealism/ going beyond calling Mona Lisa #flawless Junior: Its all I've got Nancy: I think it's good Nancy: Let's both run with overused concepts and make them not basic in our way Nancy: act like we planned it Nancy: nobody has to know we had no other ideas Junior: Absolutely 😎 Junior: Total confidence is key, comes so natural to the both of us, like Junior: I think worrying about being 'original' is the true hack thing to do here anyway 💅 Nancy joined the chat 13 hours ago Nancy: 😖 yes Nancy: stealing that all Nancy: now if you could keep it going and give me some thoughts on shakespeare to plagiarize 😜 Junior: If I could, I would but even SparkNotes isn't helping me Junior: shall we peruse the best film/stage adaptations? maybe tomorrow night if you're free Nancy: I've seen the 2010 version a few times for obvious reasons Nancy: but yeah the others not so much Nancy: we need to do something that isn't me asking my mum for help Junior: Oh, babe 😂 that's the real tragedy here, you doing that to yourself Junior: maybe I'll borrow her and she can do mine for me Junior: still down for a movie night obviously Nancy: 🙉 Nancy: Lead female character Nancy: Shakespeare should've Nancy: Please do take her Nancy: mum swap 😂 Junior: As much as Bill LOVED any excuse for a drag show darling... stick with the evil queens and witches 😘 Junior: Let's do this, full family swap! Let them drive you insane for a bit whilst I live the life 😬 Nancy: Switch that around both my parents are so type A Nancy: Plus you've got all the brothers and sisters to dodge behind Nancy: Buster takes more heat off than most but he's still just one boy Junior: well, mine would refuse to be bound to a type, just as annoying I promise Junior: Its true I can mostly fade into obscurity with all their shenanigans, yet it still somehow isn't the case, just 12 nosy people in your business instead of the usual 2, with a disinterested brother flexing off in the background Nancy: 🙈 Nancy: I'm not having kids Nancy: Don't care if the future wife is frantic Junior: It is an issue that divides all of us tbh Junior: I don't think I'd mind one, to put all my efforts into Junior: but unlikely Junior: unless I co-parent from the sidelines with your wife Nancy: weirder scenarios have come about Nancy: I'd prefer a kitten Junior: steal one when you come over Junior: Ma'd probably notice but really, do we need so many? Nancy: Gran's such a dog person can I get through the door Junior: True, true Junior: Always living on such extremes this fam Junior: I don't know 😏 Nancy: look at me and my brother ultimate homo and hetero Nancy: embarrassing Junior: 😂 Junior: I'd love to suggest he doth protest too much but lbr Nancy: dad's never been prouder 😂 no teen pregnancies for his little girl Nancy: shakespeare would write that Junior: Who are we putting our money on to go first Nancy: that's harder than it sounds Junior: Rio is obvious choice but I sometimes think Grace might go insane and come along and take the claim Junior: *Shudders* Nancy: change the subject I beg you Nancy: I'd rather hear about your attempts to avoid your secret admirer who's a girl and hopelessly 💘 Junior: well, I would rather pretend that was not a thing 😬 Junior: as your brother once eloquently put it, when he was very pissed, 'i could clean up and get untold amounts of pussy' Junior: and that's that on that Junior: considering getting a face transplant 'cos my off-putting demeanour is not doing enough 😒 what problems to have, eh? the privilege of it all! 😂 Nancy: maybe we should go under together Nancy: moral support and potential discount Nancy: if I get told I don't look gay one more time I'm returning my badge Junior: well, where is your crewcut and tank top, like? 🤔 Junior: out here confusing the masses like that, idk Nancy: 🙉 Nancy: Not an identical twin playing tricks either how dare I Junior: why can't you just get in your box and like it, god damn it Nance! Nancy: unrelated except about boxes but should I get some new kit for this project or am I just stalling Nancy: a memoir Junior: any excuse 😜 Junior: but yes, do it Junior: i'm using it as excuse to go 'round all the best art galleries in town again so Nancy: Can I tag along Nancy: they're so quiet it's everything Junior: Naturally Junior: We're art students, we've gotta act like it, I'll keep the pretentious commentary to a minimum if you keep the equally as pretentious 'grams down too 😘 Nancy: I'll try Nancy: The feed wants what it wants though Junior: Can't argue, just leave the real money outta the shot Junior: Gotta leave my fangirls wanting more, like 😂 Nancy: That I will promise Nancy: Not trying to be mobbed by straight girls Junior: You mean you resist the lesbian stereotype of LOVING that too?! Nancy: Somehow it's managed Junior: no mean feat, one of the few gays in the village Nancy: Don't clap it's too loud 😂 Junior: *Finger clicks like this a slam poetry night* Nancy: Thank you Nancy: [sends a selection of childhood pictures] how early years can I go before everyone's rolling their eyes Nancy: Thank you too mum for these. Why did you do this to us? 🙈 Junior: Awww what 👼 Junior: This is how I like to remember Buster, before it all went wrong... 😉 Nancy: 👶🥕 Nancy: The glory days Junior: Weren't they just? Junior: At least you didn't have an extra older sister to dress you up, that's worse...the photos I could bring out, good lord 🙄 Nancy: 😜 And I wasn't that sister. You've welcome Buster Nancy: 🍀 Junior: *Whispers* Can we agree he needs SOMEONE to give him a makeover tho Nancy: I volunteer you as tribute Nancy: I've tried Junior: Maybe next family gathering Junior: if he shows Nancy: Bide your time Nancy: birthday present failsafe idea Junior: the amount of birthday celebrations in this fam is unholy Junior: We have a better social life than I would ever wish for, ugh Nancy: don't make me think about it Nancy: I'm sharing and it's made no difference Junior: wouldn't want you to miss out on all that good good attention we all crave 😂 Nancy: 🙈 Junior: Speaking of attention, have you heard the latest gossip that has piqued our peers? Nancy: You tell me Nancy: I can't think of anything off the top of my head Junior: Mark Colm Junior: a massive gay? Junior: I can't make up my mind if they're just hysterical and he's just a bit camp Junior: or there's something in it Nancy: He's one of us Nancy: Definitely crushing on the headboy I've seen him looking Junior: Isn't everyone? Junior: Even the teachers, complete popularity contest got him that position Junior: Interesting, though... Nancy: Besides me in my minority of one Nancy: And Sian would never Junior: Sian Gaffney? She's never gay! Thought you didn't do straight girls, you're reaching there Nancy: 🙉 not her she's dating the oldest Keenan lad Jake? Blake? idk Nancy: She'd love to ride half our class anyway Junior: Ohh you mean Mrs Kelly, duh Junior: yeah she's one of the only decent teachers about, doesn't seem like she goes in for all that popularity politics Nancy: No she doesn't Junior: Seems like a good place to while away a lunchtime Nancy: don't tell everyone how fun it is there'll all wanna join me Nancy: not ready to say goodbye to my happy place Junior: I think your secret is safe from the masses, even if I suddenly got uncharacteristically chatty Junior: Even the ones that don't take the piss and are relatively decent human beings Junior: still rather go get a nandos or whatever it is they do Nancy: Yeah I'm an open book if anyone asks 😂 Nancy: I'll stick with the one stereotype I'm okay with embracing, my eager vegetarianism Nancy: No offence lads Junior: Its all kale and charitable acts with this one Junior: No ulterior motives at all 😏 Nancy: just a rich girl with more wealth than she can give away 😜 Nancy: nothing else to see here Junior: mhmm okay 👌 Junior: we'll pretend I don't know you better than that Nancy: Hey you don't know everything Junior: True Junior: are you in the mood for telling? Junior: 🤔 Nancy: Sometimes Nancy: Can't put it all in my art Junior: not if you don't want Miss to think you're trying to tell her something Junior: flattered but straight, like Nancy: She's not the one Nancy: She'll be flattered to hear Junior: Indeed Nancy: When there is someone it'd be nice to talk about it Nancy: Sometimes like I said Junior: Well, you know where I am Junior: When there is someone Nancy: But I wouldn't know where to start Nancy: I can't put words to it ?? Not the right ones Junior: That's not just you Junior: If I'm to understand all the songs and poetry professing they too have no words Junior: Can but try 🙂 Nancy: Helpful Nancy: What about you? Headboys to one side. Any crushes? Junior: No, no Junior: No point, is there Nancy: Doesn't mean there's a way to stop yourself Nancy: Wish I could just No at myself Junior: I don't know, I don't find it too hard Junior: but you're out so its different Junior: I wouldn't want to go out with anyone...even if Mark is a gay Junior: what would he want with me Nancy: You're a catch Nancy: Out or not he'd be punching above his weight to have you Junior: I don't think there's any point being with someone if you can't be open with it Junior: Being a dirty little secret isn't going to feel good for either party Nancy: For some people it feels worth it Nancy: Just to be with, or around them Junior: Perhaps Junior: Safe to say I don't feel that deeply for any lad here so yeah Junior: keeping on my shelf for now, like Nancy: There's a junxtaposition, us on our respective ledges Nancy: I can't remember what being happily single is like Nancy: Another lesbian stereotype for the list Junior: Don't, how depressing 😂 Junior: I am not about that angsty teen art life Junior: How do we get you a lady? Junior: Do we have to hit the clubs? Nancy: 🙈 Nancy: No no no Nancy: Give that up for a bad job and worse idea Nancy: I'm too picky Junior: You're speaking to me Junior: vowed a celibate here Junior: we can do this for you Nancy: We can't Nancy: Leave me in my rut Junior: Fine fine 😋 Nancy: I'll be in my dark room angsting 😂 Junior: Noted Junior: I'll drag you out for museums and Tempest film marathon tomorrow, yeah? Junior: 'Til then madame Nancy: Looking forward to it Nancy: Stay inspired 💚 Junior: Stay golden 💛