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Me:      I wanna chat with -----   but I don't know if I should
            I think I will just stay hidden from him

 

Kris:    is he on?

 

Me:      yep

 

Kris :   do you think that maybe he might think you're avoiding him?

 

Me:      snap monkey I wouldn't want that
            im ignoring Jim not him
            I'm just afraid of being like hi hi hi hi and he really not interested and all that fire cracking was on my   
            side and not his

 

Kris:    then you type "sup"

 

Me:      lol
            okay I can do that
            it can't be only  on my side he was so intense
            gah
            im over thinking
            besides its just fun right
            just fun
            fuck it I have to just say that over and over again

 

Kris:    why are you being like me 2 years ago?

 

Me:      karma, karma being the little bitch whore she is
            anyway  should I put a smiley face behind the sup?
            or should I not
            or should I say hey you since sup is so leet speak
            or should I say sup you?

            wtf is wrong with me
            was it that good that I am stupid
            fuck
            okay
            did you hear that
            I just slapped myself
           maybe that gave me a bit more sense

 

Kris:    SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT
            you're pissing me off and I'm going to have to fucking slap you tomorrow

 

Me:      i typed in hiyah
            its my compromise

 

Kris:    ok

 

Me:      this is crazy
            god damnt you know what I am getting a vibrator and calling it a fuckin day
            I swear
            I am not allowed to date
            this is turning me stupid
            fuck men
            fuck women too
            I’m going to be a nun from now on

 

Kris:    yeah ok
            that won't last

 

Me:     hey can we trade the honesty for a little support here!
           Seriously next time I go out with anyone im wearing my cast iron drawers…well unless its Mr Studd

 

Kris:    yeah he's cute
            freaky but cute
            and that's how Christian Bale was in American Psycho

 

Me:      cute and freaky?

 

Kris:    and scary with a fucking saw

 

Me:      well thanks for ruining Mr Studd FOUREV’ERRRR
             this is that honesty thing again isn't it?
             I see what you did there

 

Kris:    safety before pleasure

 

 

evil?

Apr. 28th, 2006 01:30 pm
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Me: omg I love BabyFace's songs.. hes all like "if I cry like a baby... if I told you I was crazy...im so sorry.. living without you life is hell... it's kiling me... I dont want to die tonight but I think I might because the only one I care about is no where to be found... I dont want to wake up tomorrow...cause your my reason for breathing"... and other pitiful things
Me: I laugh my ass off all the time listening to his music
Me: does that make me a bad person?
Me: I laugh harder at the people who listen to it during a break up
Me: does that make me a worse person?
Me: what if the person was my own brother?
Me: does that make me evil?
kris: no
kris: you were already evil
kris: pre-Babyface

 

 

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kris : I'm working late tonight
kris : goddess only knows how late
Me: do you need me to help?
kris: nothing for you to do
Me: k
kris : I have to do all the entry this week
kris : and I'm lagging because I was swamped yesterday
Me: ahhh
kris : and now I get word that my assistant is getting sick
kris : so with her gone tomorrow and *** working form home, I'm guaranteed to get nothing done
Me: you'll get done as much as you can... the only really important things is knowing that you did what you could despite what others say... if you put your best foot forward then you are always in the right
kris: ok
Me: then
kris : that was creepy
Me: you can take that foot
kris : lol
kris: there we go
Me: and kick them
Me: in the azz
kris : you were sounding like a Stepford Wife
Me: lol

 

 

Feelin': devious

Sounds surrounding me: Baby Face (soon as I get home from work)

Thursday

Mar. 2nd, 2006 12:37 pm
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kris: I'm going to invent a gel-touch keyboard for people who have to do alot of data entry cause my fingers are sore and I barely started
Me: there are gel touch keyboards
kris: damn
Me: im going to invent a self spelling correcter keyboard
Me: that you can train
Me: so you never need to learn how to spell
kris: they have software called T9 that does that
Me: shit
kris : lol
Me: :)
kris : I have it on my phone
Me: really... a spell checker on your phone
Me: wait
Me: phones come with spell checkers
Me: but you dont use complete words when tex messaging a phone do you
Me: I mean really
Me: are you messing with my head
Me: you know how easy that is
Me: help the walls are closing in
Me: Im still to embarrased to ask about land sharks
Me: hey hello
Me: im freaking out here
Me: ...
Me: its getting dark
Me: ...
Me: walls closing in
Me: ...
Me: reality warping
kris : what the hell is wrong with you
kris : T9 is a software installed on my phone for text messaging
kris : don't make me come all the way downtown to slap some sense into you
kris : it's Thursday
kris : we're almost there

 

 

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I'm getting married?
I thought to myself as Kristen lowered the layers of white silk and brocade over my head as I kneeled on the dressing room floor. The thought burned down my throat like a shot of whiskey and became warm in my stomach. Although I have been engaged for the past five years to the man I consider my soul mate or at least my annoying other half. The reality of it has never really hit me that hard before now.
Yes I am getting married. I thought more confidently as she zipped up the back of the dress that was pleasantly too large and helped me into the over dress. I would not even be in here if she had not brought me in. But that’s why I love Kris. She has an active interest. I on the other hand would have just day dreamed about the dress and been very suprized that it had not managed to materialize out of thin air an hour before the wedding in perfect condition, color, and cut.
Every time I crack the wedding book to look in it I either close it shut again of ask Terick for his opinion that very nearly always causes me to shout. "You're not interested in our special day!" and fluster me enough to put me off trying to decided venues and decor' . I could say that my sub conscious does not want me to get married but that would be so wrong... I am just consciously lazy.
I tiptoed out of the dressing room and onto the platform... bitching and moaning about the back of the dress until Kris straightened it and smoothed it flat behind me. So that was what it was supposed to look like. As soon as the sales lady backed the hell off Kris asked me a whole bunch of things about the dress. I thought it was perfect... well a bit too large the sleeves were too short, there is no way I am getting married in white... we can toss the veil because I will have a long mane of loces by then and I want them noticed, its several layers too thick, the fabric is hot and too expensive and too dressy and too stark white, the over dress is itchy but the cut of it is nice along with the back of the dress... yeah maybe the over dress could have a hood with wire so that is stands up a bit... and I want more cleavage to show for sure!
Did I mention that I love Kris. She simply nodded made tasteful suggestions gently brushing aside my less tasteful ones in the kinda tone that made me want to trust her opinion instead of stomping my foot and saying "its my wedding and ill cry if I want too dye if I want to look like an 80's explosion if I want to...." So now I have to work on sketches to give her mother who is very trusted and very dear and very much like my own birth mother... I’m a little scared of her too ;) and she happens to be a wiz with a sewing machine.
As Kris and I chatted excitedly about the bridesmaids dresses on our way to getting something to eat... because trying on dresses is hungry work even if it was just two of them. We managed to steer over to the health choice option. I smiled up at her over my bowl of chicken soup bursting with sisterly affection. We look nothing alike. I'm a few inches taller than her and definitely wider. Her skin is ivory and specked with a few too cute freckles, her hair shoulder length when combed ;) straight and brown, My skin is chocolate and my hair loced and almost too short to pull back even when wet. But this woman sitting across from me is my sister not too mention life style change buddy. Finding the dress is the easy part....but I fully intend it to be a size 12 instead of a 24 when I finally get it.
She’s getting ready to charge head long into bridal battle and bludge battle... getting read to face formal fittings, sugar withdrawal, mood swings, cold feet, late night hold me back cravings and a myriad of other things to harsh to appear in grim tales. And I feel honored and loved and so lucky to have her here... and her mother too to kick both of our asses.

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