* She’s one of the best dancers in Glee Club, if not the best * Thinks Rachel dresses like a demented toddler or a Sunday School teacer on crack * She has a cat than she’s convinced is reading her diary on a nightly basis *
Wait a minute... I thought Al What’s-His-Name invented the internet. He said he did, didn’t he? Maybe he lied. Maybe they’re all lying.
… maybe he’s a duck in disguise. That’d be weird, though. It’d be hard to hide the bill and everything and how could he type if he didn’t have fingers? His feet wouldn’t work good for it since it’d just end up like ghkjklasdf, right?
Maybe the ducks made the internet instead. Soooo, if that’s the case, then the ducks here are like.... God. Wow. I’m talking to duck god on here.
That’s amazing. I totally didn’t know duck gods were into drama. I never realized they could take it in school.
Do they even go to school?
Third Person: It wasn’t every day that Brittany was up early enough to go so far as to attempt to make lunch for her boyfriend. Of course, he had no idea she was planning on it and what’s even better was that she really had no idea what his favorite foods were, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try. He was the best boyfriend in the world, after all.
Focused on her task, Brittany surveyed the ingredients on her kitchen counter. Grape jelly, bread, a banana and broccoli. She stared between the green vegetable and the fruit for a long moment, her head tilted a little.
“I know I’ve heard about bananas in sandwiches, but I just think the broccoli would be prettier. It’s green and everyone knows green and purple match. At least, Charity thinks so. She’s a really smart cat since she can read.”
The banana forgotten, she went to work on the sandwich itself. Jelly on one slice of bread and a neat little pile of florets on the other. Sighing, she bent down to peer at the sandwich. It just didn’t look right. After a moment, she smiled brightly and pulled the dressed slices over towards the toaster, deftly slipping the jellied piece in one slot before she did the same with the other. A quick flick of her wrist and the coils were merrily heating the now gummy bread and charring the small florets she managed to get into the slot. The smile started to fade a little when smoke started to waft from the toaster.
Sniffing the air, she wrinkled her nose at the smell of scorched bread and broccoli as she leaned closer to peek into the toaster.
“... wow. I had no idea bread could smell like the drinks Coach Sylvester used to make us drink. I have to show Santana this.”
Brittany S. Pierce // Glee 3 of 3 (I misjudged!)
* She’s one of the best dancers in Glee Club, if not the best
* Thinks Rachel dresses like a demented toddler or a Sunday School teacer on crack
* She has a cat than she’s convinced is reading her diary on a nightly basis
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Additional Links: Booya (http://glee.wikia.com/wiki/Brittany_Pierce)
First Person (entry type):Ducks... ducks?
Wait a minute... I thought Al What’s-His-Name invented the internet. He said he did, didn’t he? Maybe he lied. Maybe they’re all lying.
… maybe he’s a duck in disguise. That’d be weird, though. It’d be hard to hide the bill and everything and how could he type if he didn’t have fingers? His feet wouldn’t work good for it since it’d just end up like ghkjklasdf, right?
Maybe the ducks made the internet instead. Soooo, if that’s the case, then the ducks here are like.... God. Wow. I’m talking to duck god on here.
That’s amazing. I totally didn’t know duck gods were into drama. I never realized they could take it in school.
Do they even go to school?
Third Person:
It wasn’t every day that Brittany was up early enough to go so far as to attempt to make lunch for her boyfriend. Of course, he had no idea she was planning on it and what’s even better was that she really had no idea what his favorite foods were, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try. He was the best boyfriend in the world, after all.
Focused on her task, Brittany surveyed the ingredients on her kitchen counter. Grape jelly, bread, a banana and broccoli. She stared between the green vegetable and the fruit for a long moment, her head tilted a little.
“I know I’ve heard about bananas in sandwiches, but I just think the broccoli would be prettier. It’s green and everyone knows green and purple match. At least, Charity thinks so. She’s a really smart cat since she can read.”
The banana forgotten, she went to work on the sandwich itself. Jelly on one slice of bread and a neat little pile of florets on the other. Sighing, she bent down to peer at the sandwich. It just didn’t look right. After a moment, she smiled brightly and pulled the dressed slices over towards the toaster, deftly slipping the jellied piece in one slot before she did the same with the other. A quick flick of her wrist and the coils were merrily heating the now gummy bread and charring the small florets she managed to get into the slot. The smile started to fade a little when smoke started to waft from the toaster.
Sniffing the air, she wrinkled her nose at the smell of scorched bread and broccoli as she leaned closer to peek into the toaster.
“... wow. I had no idea bread could smell like the drinks Coach Sylvester used to make us drink. I have to show Santana this.”