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MHA #4; Saturday Afternoon [12/12].
Dec. 12th, 2020 06:22 amSummer really had to stop spending her Saturday mornings (well, afternoon, in this case) waking up on a couch after drinking way too much and getting overly invested in something the night before. At least this time it was actually her own couch, although there was a distinct lack of a Santa-clad boyfriend there with here. Iris was around there...somewhere, she was pretty sure, at least she had been last night, otherwise Summer had literally spent the wee hours of the morning with a lot of champagne (as evidenced by the empty bottles), mostly talking to herself...
...and making her living room look like the den of an absolute madwoman.
Two madwomen, in this case, because, look, last night, she and Iris went out to celebrate Taylor's great new album, which lead to the inevitable discussion of Ms. Swift's completely understated brilliance, and then that tumbled into the theories and rumors and speculations and conspiracies.
Yes. Conspiracies. As evidence by the scattering of 'evidence' the two young women had pulled up in their infatuated and increasingly intoxicated state, right down to the large corkboard that Summer had apparently had just lying around that was now cluttered with photographs, print out, Post-It notes, speculations....all of them with connections making a spider web of red yarn across the board as they worked diligently into the morning to unearth and unravel of of Tay-Tay's deepest secrets and most incrypted codes.
To think, it all started with a few scrunchies and candles (and cardigans!). There was a whole whiteboard with a series of letters and questionmarks, a riddle left unanswered, diving deep into theories on what the next album may be entitled:
F - olk - Lore
E - ver - More
D - ??? - Nore
forevermore??? (woodvale??) san salvador?carnivore anymore ALBACORE???? herbivore OMNIVORE
Emily FUCKING DICKINSON!!!
BONUS TRACKS: lakes---> heading out to the lakes to escape
evermore---> it's time to go, right where you left me (!!!)
INVISIBLE STRING
'TONIGHT THE STORY CONTINUES'
OLIVE GARDEN?
And so on, and so forth, all connected with pictures (and often sketches) of music videos, album art hairstyles, acceptance speeches, real estate news, all trying to figure out all the clues and how they might fit together so that they could be the ones to maybe stand there when the next one dropped (because, obviously, there was going to be a next one!) and triumphantly declare: "HA! CALLED IT!"
But in the light of the morning (errr, afternoon), with one of the cats attempting to lick a smudge of red Sharpie marker from where it had accidently gotten smudged across her cheek in the chaos of their brilliant revelations, it all looked a bit....
Insane.
But as she groaned and looked over at the masterpiece of an investigation they'd conducted, Summer couldn't help feeling like they were really onto something there, and that maybe, just maybe, with a little bit of coffee and some fresh eyes....
On the one had, that required getting up or, even worse, moving. On the other hand...maybe there could be more clue in their coffee grounds!
Yeah, okay. Maybe they'd gone a little overboard with this one...
[[ I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS GETTING MYSELF INTO. Anyway, for the enabler, mostly, but definitely open as well! ]]
...and making her living room look like the den of an absolute madwoman.
Two madwomen, in this case, because, look, last night, she and Iris went out to celebrate Taylor's great new album, which lead to the inevitable discussion of Ms. Swift's completely understated brilliance, and then that tumbled into the theories and rumors and speculations and conspiracies.
Yes. Conspiracies. As evidence by the scattering of 'evidence' the two young women had pulled up in their infatuated and increasingly intoxicated state, right down to the large corkboard that Summer had apparently had just lying around that was now cluttered with photographs, print out, Post-It notes, speculations....all of them with connections making a spider web of red yarn across the board as they worked diligently into the morning to unearth and unravel of of Tay-Tay's deepest secrets and most incrypted codes.
To think, it all started with a few scrunchies and candles (and cardigans!). There was a whole whiteboard with a series of letters and questionmarks, a riddle left unanswered, diving deep into theories on what the next album may be entitled:
E - ver - More
D - ??? - Nore
forevermore??? (woodvale??) san salvador?
Emily FUCKING DICKINSON!!!
BONUS TRACKS: lakes---> heading out to the lakes to escape
evermore---> it's time to go, right where you left me (!!!)
'TONIGHT THE STORY CONTINUES'
OLIVE GARDEN?
And so on, and so forth, all connected with pictures (and often sketches) of music videos, album art hairstyles, acceptance speeches, real estate news, all trying to figure out all the clues and how they might fit together so that they could be the ones to maybe stand there when the next one dropped (because, obviously, there was going to be a next one!) and triumphantly declare: "HA! CALLED IT!"
But in the light of the morning (errr, afternoon), with one of the cats attempting to lick a smudge of red Sharpie marker from where it had accidently gotten smudged across her cheek in the chaos of their brilliant revelations, it all looked a bit....
Insane.
But as she groaned and looked over at the masterpiece of an investigation they'd conducted, Summer couldn't help feeling like they were really onto something there, and that maybe, just maybe, with a little bit of coffee and some fresh eyes....
On the one had, that required getting up or, even worse, moving. On the other hand...maybe there could be more clue in their coffee grounds!
Yeah, okay. Maybe they'd gone a little overboard with this one...
[[ I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS GETTING MYSELF INTO. Anyway, for the enabler, mostly, but definitely open as well! ]]
