"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"

blasphemous-christian:

But I’m your sweetheart? Well, call me kookie for thinkin’ a bunch of Bee’s who give me a pounding for doing nothin’ to them are the problem here, ‘n not the Birds.

If you allow it. I’m not one for forcing people to endure nicknames they don’t enjoy - most of the time. You don’t think the Birds gave any Bees a pounding for nothin’? There’s little Jimmy, and Anne got beat a few years back by some Bird thugs. Even I— Nevermind, it ain’t worth discussin’.

grace-andclass:

Well I s’pose I might know someone who wouldn’t mind lendin’ a hand.

Oh I know some boys aren’t, just that the majority are, and if everyone gets to write off wholes based on halves, then why can’t I?

Do you now? And who might that be?

Wouldn’t you wanna have your own opinions on people? Stop listening to the big man’s rants and see for yourself how the other side works?

blasphemous-christian:

Cool it, Bumblebee. I’m only sayin’ what I was told. I’m still talkin’ to you, aren’t I? ‘Sides, the Bee’s started this whole thing. Get your facts straight.

I ain’t your bumblebee or whatever, sweetheart. You’re still talkin’ to me, but I can feel the arrogance all the way across town. You’re brainwashed if you think the Bees were the sole reason for all this.

grace-andclass:

I’m offerin’ you some advice on movin’ up in the world. Any other offers you’re thinkin’ I’m makin’, well you ought to rid yourself of those thoughts right now. I’m spoken for, darlin’. 

Maybe if I had a little help in the whole ‘gettin’ spiffied up’ department, I might actually use that advice o’ yours. Trust me, sweetheart, I ain’t no homewrecker. Maybe someday you’ll see that some boys on the other side of the tracks ain’t so bad.

blasphemous-christian:

Wasn’t sayin’ they’d ever hire your type. You’d be clutched in a second, no even sayin’ the fact Jasper would be pretty frosted if he knew you were a Bee. Hell, I ain’t even supposed to talk to Stingers like you.

Even though I never get jack shit to you people. I minded my own damn business for the last nineteen years unless you Birds confronted me first.

grace-andclass:

Nope, they ain’t. At least, my daddy ain’t hirin’ any Bee that’s lookin’ like a Bee. Not that he’s seen all that many Bees, really. Not that you’d really be lookin’ like one, if you spiffied up a bit.

Are you offerin’ me an opportunity, Miss Grace?

blasphemous-christian:

I’m just sayin’ what my Pa’ told me. The cat’s ‘n the kitten’s go to decent places like The Beau, ‘n the trash go to pubs and all that. I mean, a ‘lil while ago I though everyone on the West side was a polock, a spic or some drunken Irish slob. 

…They ain’t hirin’ no Bees at The Beau. Unless you or one o’ your little friends can actually get me a shot at one o’ those places, I’m stuck at the pub workin’ the graveyard shift. Among other jobs.

blasphemous-christian replied to your post: So.

Aren’t those just for drunken Irish men?

That, my little Bird, is what we call a stereotype, y’know? Learn not to assume so much, babycakes.

So. 

The pub’s been keepin’ me busy for the last few days.

blasphemous-christian:

I refuse to believe that, so I’ll just ignore it. You and I are nothing alike, and never will be. That’s all there is too it. Right, James. You keep this whole ‘doing your own thing’ act ‘n see how well it treats ya.

It’s amusing how offended you get by just a few simple words. I actually think it’s working out well for me. I’ve got a good paying job, a mum that supports what I do, and I’m just happy with my life right now. Can you say the same?