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blanche: it’s a little bizarre that one with a fondness for pachouli was able to solve my spoiled little girl gift issue in under 2 minutes.
dorothy: i’m a good problem solver. and an even better shopper. and i’ve spent the vast majority of my life wanting a daughter.
blanche: i browsed a little.
i want a daughter too. those little bathing suits with the ruffly bottoms make my heart ache.
dorothy: i know. actually, the bathing suits, underwear, tights…anything with a ruffly bottom. and those little dresses always make me want to cry.
blanche: i love little girls. but you have to remember, they’re like puppies and kittens – little girls grow up into something horrifying, 9 times out 0f 10.
dorothy: i know. that’s my attitude towards babies in general. they turn into children. then they turn into adults, and that’s almost never good.
blanche: but we should still adopt foreign girl babies simultaneously and force them to hang out.
dorothy: i’m fearful you’d be more successful in acquiring a girl baby.
blanche: nope. i have medical history, my file is thick as me. i think you’d do better,what with your penchant for steady jobs and making payments on things. my past is a wreck. yours looks impeccable on paper!!
dorothy: yes, but you’re married. and i have a ten month marriage on record. i smoke and my cat ran away.
blanche: i’m crazy on paper and my husband has a “hazardous” job.
dorothy: i’m crazy on paper too. you have prior experience.
blanche: shit. we may just have to go black market.
dorothy: i think we both knew it would one day come to this. you and me. buying black market asian babies. it was bound to happen.
blanche: well shit, neither of us are going to traverse the baby black market alone. and i’m pretty sure we’ll also go shopping together for improbably large sunglasses to wear when we go pick out our babies.
dorothy: yes. and a very big purse. to carry the baby in.
blanche: almost a tote or carry-on.
dorothy: yes. it could be used as a tote, and most people would, but i’ll be confident enough to pass it off as a purse. just remind me to not be yelling all the time about how i can’t find my lighter in this damn thing. that would completely blow my cover.
blanche: yeah, because then you would upset the baby, and your relationship would be off to a bad start. unless the baby handed you a lighter….
dorothy: That would steal my heart
blanche: i think my baby will have a very old-timey name – a name that fits no one. cecilia. opal. june.
dorothy: oh, for sure. i like cecelia. i think i’ll go with clara. charlotte. celeste. ruby.
blanche: if they were opal and ruby, they would be DESTINED to be best friends, based on their shared hatred for us for those names.
dorothy: they’d have to be. with a bond like that, and the fact that we’d force them to be friends, there’s no way they couldn’t be.
the other option would be may and june.
blanche: that’s TOO far!! it could wedge them apart. they could blame each other’s existence on their month names. i vote opal and ruby. so when are we going to new york, again? that’s where they keep the black market babies, right??
dorothy: god. to find a good black market baby, i’d have to find j—. she was always talking about black market babies. mainly she was interested in selling them, so that may be as far as we need to go.
i like opal. opal —-. that’s a good name. ruby —- is not so great, but —- doesn’t really go well with anything.
blanche: ooooh, ruby —- is actually quite good. they’re BOTH quite good.
now we just need to rustle up some cash and find j– or whatever name she runs her underground operation as….
dorothy: i have no idea what ever happened to j—. i know she went to college in d— …and i have no idea what happened to her after that.
i’ll start saving immediately
blanche: i’ll start saving immediately also.
well, shit. there goes my vagina.
dorothy: what!?! where goes your vagina?
blanche: IT’S THE ONLY THING I HAVE TO SELL!!!
dorothy: fuck. there goes my vagina.
blanche: exactly. you know, paradoxically, the only other way we could raise money to buy babies is to rent our body space as surrogates. ain’t that a bitch???
20 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
Me: so i think we should go all fight club and make some soap. i’ve been on about.com and it looks pretty easy, and i promise not to give you a chemical burn.
angela: Well. Okay.
Me: as far as i can tell we have all the equipment, except a “stick mixer” which i translate to mean “stir really fast”
angela: Very. Hmm. Surely we got something like that.
angela: Would it melt the spoon? Definitely not. Maybe we can use a blender.
Me: they say you can just mix it in a big bowl, or one of those big metal pots with the lids. i think if we put it in the blender we would ruin the blender and lose at least one of our combined 4 eyes.
angela: Hmm. Good point. I forget to put the lid on about half the time.
Me: no wait, goggles are on the list – so i guess just the blender would be in danger
angela: And the house
Me: well yes – and skin. lye is involved.
angela: Ah. My — is the —-. He has those big orange suits.
Me: YES!!! then we could video it, and the soapmaking process could be the way to advertise our soap business.
angela: I’d feel safe and very clean knowing my soap required hazmat suits during production.
Me: where the fuck do you get beef tallow?? i mean yeah it says beef tallow OR lard OR palm oil, i’m just wondering where one would acquire beef tallow
angela: Hmm. The amish?
Me: well, at the least the hazmat suits would be a guarantee we didn’t sneeze in it accidentally, or cough or whatever. very clean soap. i have to look up what beef tallow is
angela: You know I’m not touching beef tallow. Fat!
Me: i looked it up. fuck that. i SAW it, angela – you can buy it.
angela: Nooooo. I can’t buy it.
Me: well, tallow is a very fancy word – if it was fat in cute little cubes that looked like fudge it would make it usable, but it just looks like disgusting fucking fat, so fuck that.
angela: Hmm. Maybe foil wrapped like buillion cubes.
Me: no tallow. not very fight club, but i’m not handling that tallow shit.
angela: Fuck that is correct. The lipo dumpster scene makes me sick. Really sick.
Me: also that makes it an animal-free soap, that’s an extra selling point. “there are no cows in this soap.” right on the label
angela: That always gets me. “Cruelty free” bullshit.
Me: there you go. if we’re the only ones injured in the process, it’s very marketable. if i had known it was this easy to make soap, i could’ve saved us all thousands and thousands of dollars.
Me: you can just hand me mixtures. i’ll stir.
angela: Really really fast. Hmmm. This is so easy. Why haven’t we done this before?
Me: so easy. we’re making soap. so many people make candles, fuck that. we’ll make cow-free soap.
angela: It seems perfect. And easy.
Me: i was thinking our logo could be a cow with a circle around it and a line thorugh it, like no cows, but that seems anti-cow.
angela: That does. Hmm. Fat free should be on the label somewhere.
Me: what a goddamned racket. all we have to is make it pretty and smelly and we can make a killing. they show them cutting the bars off a big log of soap with a kitchen knife.
angela: We’re good at making things pretty
Me: yep. and we can stir, and have access to hazmat suits, so we can do this.
angela: Hells yes. And you’re very persuasive.
Me: well, we need oils, lye, water and a fucking shoebox, and we have a business. it’s crazy NOT to do this!! oh wait, also a spoon!!
angela: I’m embarassed we didn’t do it sooner
Me: but i have several spoons, so we’re cool. me too. i really don’t understand why fight club didn’t spur us to make soap. well, except for the implication that we needed human waste.
angela: Still. Seems like we would have at least researched
Me: so now we just need ingredients and a free day.
angela: Is this all like a kit? Or do we have to go find ingredients?
Me: we go get it. they have pussy ass kits where we just buy pre-made synthetic soap, melt it, toss in smell good then pour it in the molds, but we’re not pussies. this is about fight club, remember? fight club and ribbons and mint.
angela: I think maybe that’s our business name. “I like pussy and fight club”.
angela: Yes. This is going to make us a million dollars. Actually, if we went to the lions den and just wrote pussy on the label, we could easily sell it. We have to be focused. I can’t let you convince me that we should shape the soap like penises. And don’t let me tell you everyone loves patchouli. Its not true
Me: See, it will take both of us to keep this from being a fiasco. Or ALL my soaps would be shaped like penises and all yours would smell like hippies.
angela: I did assume you were gonna try to tell me penis shaped was ergonomical and marketable.