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June 24, 2008

So Perdida

Written by Girth McDürchstein on June 24, 2008 3:54 PM
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Still smarting from Mildew’s rejection and my frustrating conversation with Margo, I decided to blow off some steam by showing up at Perdida’s apartment unannounced. I suspected from her blog and Twitter that she mostly sat around her apartment, lying about having an active and exciting social life. This turned out to be true, so when I knocked on the door, she popped it right open.

“Girth.” She sounded surprised.

“Hey,” I said softly. “Can I come in?”

She pulled the door wide open, nodding her head toward the lip-shaped couch. I took a seat, and she flopped down next to me, gently putting a hand on my knee.

“So listen,” I said, “things went real bad with Mildew yesterday. They think the album needs more feminine perspective, so I figured maybe you could help with it.”

“What about your wife?” Perdida inquired.

“Forget about her,” I grumbled. “I just thought… You said you wanted to work on a script, and I thought since we made such a good team for Crocodemon, maybe we could team up again on a Fuck Machines screenplay, and I can use that as a template for the album’s storyline.”

Perdida looked pensive for a moment before exclaiming, “Yeah, that’s a great idea!”

We had some Chinese food delivered, then spent the next two hours doing little more than hashing out the details of the future dystopia in which the story takes place. Before we got into the nitty gritty of the story itself, Perdida excused herself to shower.

While she was in there, I snuck into the bedroom, climbed on the touch-sensitive rotating bed, and removed the bug Colby made me plant. I thought it’d take a lot of effort, but I managed to yank out the bug pretty quickly and smash it on the polished hardwood floor of her bedroom long before Perdida had shut the water off.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, I was back on the couch, jotting down notes for the storyline. I noticed her standing on the doorway, motionless for far too long. I glanced up and got a double-eyeful of her glistening, hard body. She wore nothing but a push-up bra and granny panties. Despite this, she still looked totally hot.

“Holy shit,” I gasped as all my blood rushed downstairs.

“Listen,” Perdida said, “I’m a little tired. You can keep working if you want, and it’s cool if you crash here, but I’m just gonna go in the bedroom and lie down. Alone.”

“Y…” I trailed off, uncertain of how to finish the word.

She crossed the room to the bedroom and shut the door—but not quite all the way. Through the crack came tantalyzing dots of spinning light from the overhead mirrorball. I stared at the pages of notes we compiled, trying in vain to continue working.

All I did was stare.