The Big Reveal [Leo]
Aug 24, 2014 7:57:57 GMT -5
Post by Georgina Speer on Aug 24, 2014 7:57:57 GMT -5
George was an internet person - we all know this very well. She was a tumblr nerd and a YouTube geek and because of that, a very good procrastinator.
So, during her time procrastinating, she had made internet buddies. Such was inevitable. Tumblr was a good place to meet decent people (most of the time - the internet did have its fair share of creepazoids and awkward monkey demons).
There was one fabulous person in particular that she had been talking to who, thankfully, wasn't an awkward demon monkey. He was very nice, in fact, and had an awesome blog of awesomeness, and they had shared in their fair share of internet larks from time to time to time to time. She didn't know bag loads about him, which may have been a bad thing, but mystery was the chocolate of life. You had to indulge in it sometimes. Or all the time.
She knew he was a he, and he was American and he was awesome.
That was all she needed to know.
Oh, and his name was Leo.
They had decided to exchange those Skype-y fabulous names, and so, as they jumped over to the messaging service, she friended him and sent him a message:
crazyhatlady: yo, it's me. accept my request, fluffy.
They were going to video chat. But she wanted to make sure all the technical things were good so nothing mucked up during the exciting-ness of meeting an internet buddy. It was always fun.
So, during her time procrastinating, she had made internet buddies. Such was inevitable. Tumblr was a good place to meet decent people (most of the time - the internet did have its fair share of creepazoids and awkward monkey demons).
There was one fabulous person in particular that she had been talking to who, thankfully, wasn't an awkward demon monkey. He was very nice, in fact, and had an awesome blog of awesomeness, and they had shared in their fair share of internet larks from time to time to time to time. She didn't know bag loads about him, which may have been a bad thing, but mystery was the chocolate of life. You had to indulge in it sometimes. Or all the time.
She knew he was a he, and he was American and he was awesome.
That was all she needed to know.
Oh, and his name was Leo.
They had decided to exchange those Skype-y fabulous names, and so, as they jumped over to the messaging service, she friended him and sent him a message:
crazyhatlady: yo, it's me. accept my request, fluffy.
They were going to video chat. But she wanted to make sure all the technical things were good so nothing mucked up during the exciting-ness of meeting an internet buddy. It was always fun.
