Tuesday, August 22, 2006

A series of texts

A series of texts from me to my friend. Her responses are in italic:

  • I've got Lindsay Lohan standing next to me.

    OK, it's actually a girl that looks just like her. Only not so... used up.

  • Oh, and not as much up top. That's not a bad thing, though.

  • bad for whom? =)

  • I have no idea how to answer that.

  • I keep trying to get a picture but it's too obvious.

    She's got green eyes, too. Damn.

  • She's getting on my bus. She lives in my neighborhood?

    See, this is why I don't believe in a loving god. Cary's drunken gods seem more likely.

  • HOLY FUCK. SHE'S READING ALBERT CAMUS.

    IN THE ORIGINAL FRENCH.

  • The pages are covered in notes! SHE WRITES IN HER BOOKS.

    I'm in love. And still... paralyzed.

  • Oh, I completely forgot to mention the iPod. I'm dying to know what she's listening to.

  • I lost you, didn't I? :-(

  • if you tell me you she got off (or you did) without saying anything to her, I'm going to kick your butt!

  • You're going to have to kick my butt, then.

    She EVEN GOT OUT AT MY STOP.

  • Stop that shit. =)

  • I KNOW!

    I'm laughing at myself so hard right now.

  • I'm not so much with the laughing and more with the butt-kicking.


...does that tell enough of the story?
• 10:21 PM

Comments:
Although we probably mostly get the point, the details wouldn't hurt.

And, I SO owe you a butt-kicking!
# posted by Blogger erraberra :: 8/23/2006 1:28 PM
 
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