You'll be married in two weeks
it has been a while.
Lizzy is a sensibly teen who wears sensible white cotton briefs until the day she falls in with the wrong crowd and purchases a thong a la Victoria's Secret. From that point on her life spirals out of control (drugs/prositution/arms dealing) due to the epic wedgy. Finally she hits rock bottom and her family is forced to intervene. A pantie raid is ordered (to round up all the offending skivies) and Lizzie spends six months in underwear rehab learning how to walk normally again.
Closing shot of a well-balanced Lizzie skipping joyously next to a pony wearing extremely bulky undergarments... Lizzy, not the horse.
it doesn't matter which one I choose. If I make a decision right here, right now, tonight - If I choose one or the other to walk down today, I'm still in the cage.
We are following a man (A, B and C).
A, B, C: Walking down a busy street
Man A, Man B, Man C: Looks up to see a massive flock of birds circling overheaad.
Man A smiles and keeps walking.
Man B gets out his phone and angles to take a photo.
Man C stares and gets poo’ed on by one of the birds. He reacts and then ducks into a nearby store to get cleaned up.
Man A arrives at an office building for a job interview. We see him shaking hands with his interviewer and sit down at a conference table, straightening his tie.
Man B is rushing down the street. He jogs into the office building and narrowly squeezes into the elevator before the doors shut.
Man C is still trying to clean his suit jacket while rushing, quite in a hurry. He runs into the building just as the elevator doors shut. He slams his hand against them, and then bursts through the door that leads to the stairs.
Man A has concluded his interview, and is shaking hands with his interviewer. He makes to leave and is smiling. When he gets to the elevator, he gives a mini-fist pump of celebration.
Man B is in the middle of his interview, but is trying to be nonchalant about wiping the sweat from his brow. He looks rather uncomfortable. The interviewer appears to be unimpressed with him.
Man C runs in to the lobby, sweating profusely. The receptionist shakes her head. Disappointed, he punches the button to call the elevator. The door opens and there is a beautiful woman inside. Their eyes meet…
1 month later….
Man A is in the building as before. He is sitting at a desk in a cubicle with papers piled around him. His hair is dishevelled and he’s rubbing his forehead. He looks rather unhappy.
Man B is creeping through a wooded forest holding a professional looking camera and carrying a pack on his back. He sees something, crouches and takes a photo of a brilliantly coloured bird. He smiles. He knows he got the shot.
Man C is lying in a tangle of sheets as the morning sun pours through his window. As he sits up in bed, we see he is lying next to the beautiful woman, who is still asleep. He strokes her hair once, smiles and rises from the bed.
So here's a really belated cheque photo, since it came through the mail the day after I caught a plane to HoA UK. But it is unbelievably super duper to come home to a cheque that will help pay off a trip to meet hitRECorders in person. gahh I'm officially a paid artist! You're all pretty marv, influencing what I'd like to do in life and so forth. Thank you for everything. <3