"I need another friend so I can level up my farm," she explained.
"Each of those words make sense on its own," Alex said, "but when you put them together, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"And that is why you need Facebook!" Lorelai crowed over the frantic clicking of her mouse. "So I can introduce you to the addictive glory that is Farmville! It's like crack, except free! Unless you spend real money on Farm Bucks, which I may or may not have done. Your honor, I plead the fifth."
It was useless to even try to understand.
"Just don't use my real name," Alex said, and of course that opened a can of worms which led to a lengthy discussion on metaphysics and the meaning of real. Both Aristotle and the Velveteen Rabbit were quoted and there was talk of bringing Fringe into the conversation until Alex finally relented.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Lorelai, just add me as a neighbor on your stupid game."
"If you'd agreed to that forty minutes ago, we could've had sex instead," Lorelai said indignantly.
"But hey, now you get to level up," Alex deadpanned.
Lorelai nodded. "Everyday I am faced with impossible choices."
There was really only one way to get that shit-eating grin off Lorelai's face, and after some rough fumbling on the couch like a couple of teenagers, Lorelai scuttled off to harvest her tomatoes ("I hope you realize how completely insane you sound," Alex called after her), Alex scrolled through her new Facebook account to make sure Lorelai hadn't posted anything too personal.
It was, apparently, too late.
Alex didn't know exactly what the "Like" meant or the repercussions it could lead to, but she clicked it anyway.
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Date: 2010-12-04 02:04 pm (UTC)"I need another friend so I can level up my farm," she explained.
"Each of those words make sense on its own," Alex said, "but when you put them together, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"And that is why you need Facebook!" Lorelai crowed over the frantic clicking of her mouse. "So I can introduce you to the addictive glory that is Farmville! It's like crack, except free! Unless you spend real money on Farm Bucks, which I may or may not have done. Your honor, I plead the fifth."
It was useless to even try to understand.
"Just don't use my real name," Alex said, and of course that opened a can of worms which led to a lengthy discussion on metaphysics and the meaning of real. Both Aristotle and the Velveteen Rabbit were quoted and there was talk of bringing Fringe into the conversation until Alex finally relented.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Lorelai, just add me as a neighbor on your stupid game."
"If you'd agreed to that forty minutes ago, we could've had sex instead," Lorelai said indignantly.
"But hey, now you get to level up," Alex deadpanned.
Lorelai nodded. "Everyday I am faced with impossible choices."
There was really only one way to get that shit-eating grin off Lorelai's face, and after some rough fumbling on the couch like a couple of teenagers, Lorelai scuttled off to harvest her tomatoes ("I hope you realize how completely insane you sound," Alex called after her), Alex scrolled through her new Facebook account to make sure Lorelai hadn't posted anything too personal.
It was, apparently, too late.
Alex didn't know exactly what the "Like" meant or the repercussions it could lead to, but she clicked it anyway.