Friday, October 23, 2009

Everything Comes Back to the Bowels

c: Sidenote: I have been having the urge to vom all day ... and I just burped, and it went away.

me: Ha! Your own homeopathic remedy.

c: Yup.

me: You're practically a guest writer for GOOP.

c: At first I was concerned that I was hungover from my three glasses of "Happy Birthday, Mom" wine. Which had me more worried that my tolerance had significantly diminished ... crisis averted. I'm not hungover ... I just have gas. Phew.

me: I had 3 glasses of wine last night. I am hungover. I had to eat Chipotle with carnitas for lunch. Now I feel like a house on wheels. You know, my quick feet being wheels.

c: Well if only you had the Sketcher's work out sneakers on, then you'd be a fly-by house. With a tight bum.

me: I'm thinking of Wizard of Oz now.

c: And now I want Chipotle. But not carnitas. Pork creeps me out.

me: Mmmm, it's so good. Except for the mooshy fat pieces.

c: Welp, there's the nausea again.

Emergency

(804) Everything okay? I missed your call.

(703) Does rye have gluten? Yes, everything is fine.

(804) Haha, yes it does.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Time for Me to Procreate

k: People need to stop procreating!!! It's so stupid and selfish and it's ruining my life.

me: Until I do. Then those babies will be special and it will be obvious they are meant to rule the world.

k: "Special," that's what you meant, right?

me: You got my back. By special I mean creepy.

k: Haha, of course.

me: You know I will have the creepiest kids ever. They won't have any filters on anything they say, nor manners.

k: And I will love them like they were my own.

me: Awwww, that's sweet though!

k: Which means I will try to set rules for them and try to punish them when they are bad and they won't listen to me.

me: Hahahahhaha!

k: Because I'll just be that weird drunk lady that hangs out with mom.

me: HA

k: But I will laugh a lot bossing them around. Oh, what a jolly good time! Please have kids soon. This sounds like so much fun.

me: I'm on it. Just let me find a suitor/male prostitute/sperm donor and your wish is my command.

k: Well, I need to get to work playing Free Cell.

me: Bahahaha, get it.

k: I'll update you on my progress when we take our break. This day is so tough.

me: Good luck. Play for the big win.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Satan's Creatures

p: God, I fucking hate cats:



me: WHY DON"T THEY JUST FIGHT AND GET IT OVER WITH?! I mean, thank god they don't or we wouldn't get to hear those amazing baby wails coming from felines.

p: exCATly. I will never own one of those creatures.

me: God, I hate it when I meet guys and go over to their apartment and they fucking have a cat. It deflates me.

p: Hahaha. Ummm. nah, see ya! I agree. Men with cats is very unsettling.

me: And when they use baby talk. Baby talk to dogs is fine. But cats don't deserve it. And neither does your manhood.

p: .... jsahjal;shdalsjhasjl;hgahgapotwiiopanv

Busted by Lady Gaga

From: lb@email.com
To: me@email.com
Subject: One question

Is your gmail pic next to your name you as Lady Gaga?


From: me@email.com
To: lb@email.com
Subject: Re: One question

Hot damn, I wish it was me as Lady Gaga. It is simply just Lady Gaga. I change the pic of her out every couple days. Creepy.


From: lb@email.com
To: me@email.com
Subject: Re: One question

So weird, because it really looks like it could be you dressed up as her.
How do you have so much time on your hands?

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Get ... under?

l: She told me I should hook up with him just for fun and because it'd be comfortable for me. But in a platonic way. And she didn't describe it as "hook up."

me: No way, man.

l: She just wants me to get under someone else, basically.

me: You just said, "GET UNDER"! I'm dying.

l: Let's see how many prepositions we can use with the beginning "get." We already know "get in" is fabulous.

me: "Get under" is now famous in my mind.

Bedazzle This

me: I'm about to drop $22 on a Bedazzler on my lunch break. It must be used again after the Lady Gaga panties. You are responsible for thinking of things to bedazzle.

k: My resume.

Your dad.

Nelson Mandela.

The turkey sandwich husbandtown made me.

I could go on and on.

me: HAAAAAa! E is bestowing me with a 50% off coupon! This day is really shaping up to be a winner.