Quotes'From'Real'Life

  • cleangene17 (9:11:58 PM): Well, mostly I wanted to check on you to make sure you were OK.

    Wamm K D (9:12:24 PM): I'm still breathing; all is as usual

     

    This still makes me laugh.

  • (no, this isn't the next installment either. I'll write it soon, Kaz, I promise)

         I became a writer because I wanted to see God.
         You know, God? The way you wake up on a cold morning, glance out the newly breath-stained window and smile weakly at the way the piss-yellow sunlight (on the days you've happened to actually bothered to drink the right amount of water, for whatever reason) compliments the cool steel outside your window and the filter that smoke makes as it wafts through.
         Or you've walked into someone's room and they've painted this little girl across their walls, in too many shades of metallic gray; she spiders across the wood, breaching the corners with those downturn eyes, the fabrics of her being unraveling in the frozen moment. He said he'd painted her so that even when he started rotting from not being found, life wouldn't be able to escape him.
         Or the crumpled sheets at the pitch of night as she trails her arm along his, hearing his pounding heart and hoping it's to chase her should she run away. The spiderweb strands of her hair trail lightly onto his face, clinging a hold of the brunette wire that grows from him. The top of his head has started to try curling, but it hasn't grown out long enough yet. He's staring toward the ceiling, his leg on hers so to frame her body, balanced between the task of grasping and falling off the side of the bed.
         But it seems God would rather show than gift.

     

     

     

    cleangene17 (7:58:41 PM): Jonathan, are you out there?

    cleangene17 (8:03:23 PM): We' re going to have to borrow about 40.00 dollars from your account because we just don't have enough money foe gas or food for.next week, so please don't take any out.  I am sorry about our emergency...  please send a quick IM back so that I know you got this.

  • cleangene17 (1:38:35 AM): I can never tell if you're awake or not?  Well, our money situation has gotten so bad that I have been asked to request that you send us a care package.  <IMG

    cleangene17 (1:39:22 AM): Be glad that you,ve got a 21 meal plan!

    cleangene17 (1:39:54 AM): Sleep well, Jonathan.

     

     

    Ummm, thanks?

  • Wamm K D (10:15:49 PM): alright.  last part is the same problem I've been complaining about the last 2 entries - settling things out in my mind and making sense of everything. that's all
    Skibeatle2 (10:16:04 PM): just smile
    Skibeatle2 (10:16:09 PM): it feels easier
    Wamm K D (10:16:21 PM): heh, yeah...but what does it solve?
    Skibeatle2 (10:16:29 PM): it doesn't
    Skibeatle2 (10:16:33 PM): but it buys you time
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    Wamm K D (10:16:57 PM): hmm, but that time is used at some point, no?
    Skibeatle2 (10:17:36 PM): I  guess
    Wamm K D (10:22:20 PM): you know the most interesting aspects 'bout you? forgive me for getting all introspective here. in my nature (that can take blame...)
    Skibeatle2 (10:34:37 PM): What  are  they
    Wamm K D (10:36:33 PM): everything beyond that smile. and forgive me if I sound too forward or judgemental in this. I don't mean to be.
    Wamm K D (10:36:49 PM): but you are one of the most complex and deep people I've ever encountered
    Wamm K D (10:37:13 PM): and there is a lot to you which, I would argue, is interesting and intriguing
    Wamm K D (10:37:38 PM): anyone who gets to see that is getting to know someone worth knowing, in my argument

    Alright, alright! Haha, clearly I was failing miserably at getting over you anyway...

  • I think it needs little explanation:

    J (10:29:28 PM): you working over the weekend, or no 'cause you're sick?
    L (10:30:46 PM): idk yet
    L (10:30:51 PM): im supposed to work sunday night
    L (10:30:57 PM): but not a chance if I don't feel better
    J (10:31:31 PM): ah
    L (10:31:41 PM): how come?
    J (10:32:34 PM): I might get bored over the weekend and I feel visiting you at work and make you sing the tip song might be a proper cure
    L (10:32:52 PM): haha great
    L (10:32:56 PM): if I can even sing
    L (10:32:58 PM): I can hardly talk
    L (10:33:11 PM): I sound like Alvin of the Chipmunks
    J (10:33:23 PM): heh, oh, that might just work as well
    L (10:33:37 PM): oh totally not funny
    J (10:33:59 PM): I think I'll be the judge of that. so, define night. what hours are those?
    L (10:35:02 PM): umm. 7-10
    J (10:35:46 PM): got it
    L (10:35:54 PM): wait. but you're so cruel! it isn't funny that I can hardly talk!
    J (10:36:47 PM): well, Laura, I like to approach life from a scientific viewpoint. so, first, we have a hypothesis: Laura making chipmunk like noises may garner laughter
    J (10:36:54 PM): the next step is to test this
    L (10:37:00 PM): oh no.
    L (10:37:00 PM): lol
    L (10:37:10 PM): ill make sure to call in sick
    J (10:37:52 PM): oh, c'mon. fine, i won't make you sing the tip song. just keep asking you to speak up when reading back my order...
    L (10:38:02 PM): so mean!
    L (10:38:11 PM): I will just refuse to serve you
    L (10:38:15 PM): or not talk at all
    L (10:38:21 PM): and simply make rude hand gestures
    J (10:38:39 PM): haha. and explain that to your manager
    J (10:38:51 PM): haha, wow....
    L (10:38:53 PM): I'll inform her ahead of time
    J (10:38:57 PM): ahh, I see
    J (10:39:43 PM): well, the work of trying to get you to laugh when you don't want to is usually worthwhile as well. you can't possibly keep a straight face with me in the vicinity
    L (10:42:31 PM): I don't have chance
    J (10:43:40 PM): see. it'll totally be worth going to work for
    L (10:43:48 PM): lol okay
    L (10:43:51 PM): if I feel up to it
    J (10:44:13 PM): heh, aright. but if I arrive and no Laura...
    L (10:44:28 PM): if I'm banning myself from hanging out with my friends all weekend I don't see why I should work
    L (10:44:45 PM): I'll keep you posted
    J (10:45:29 PM): why're you banning yourself from seeing all of your friends?
    L (10:45:43 PM): I potentially have the flu
    L (10:46:00 PM): and in order to protect myself from further loneliness, I don't want them to get it.
    L (10:46:05 PM): or you for that matter
    L (10:46:18 PM): so if I do go to work you should not
    L (10:46:45 PM): though I would be improving the economy...
    J (10:47:07 PM): I'm pretty resilient. plus, my mom already has it, so if I don't catch it here, of all places. and exactly. thinking ahead Laura
    L (10:47:54 PM): well.. you know
    L (10:48:18 PM): I would hate to know it was my fault somebody else got sick
    J (10:49:01 PM): ah, but that's the beauty. you wouldn't. heh, I'm gonna stop talking now. clearly it's not heading me anywhere good
    L (10:49:22 PM): no, please don't
    L (10:49:58 PM): I would look effing psycho with joker horns
    J (10:50:45 PM): heh, don't stop talking? well, wouldn't anyone? though it'd be an interesting add on
    L (10:51:21 PM): idk
    L (10:51:25 PM): im giving myself a headache
    L (10:51:34 PM): but I already surpassed the daily limit of advil intake
    J (10:52:17 PM): giving yourself a headache? how? and yeah, we wouldn't want you to take too much
    L (10:52:26 PM): we
    L (10:52:27 PM): ?
    L (10:52:39 PM): I was listening to music
    J (10:53:07 PM): colectively. I mean, you wouldn't want to take too much, but neither would I. would be rather sinister otherwise. and I don't do that too well. so, we
    L (10:53:19 PM): thats so confusing
    J (10:53:33 PM): heh, see why I should stop talking?
    L (10:53:44 PM): you shouldn't
    L (10:54:02 PM): I wouldn't mind taking too much except for if I died you'd all be like fuck
    L (10:54:30 PM): and then I'd be like, fuck.
    L (10:54:38 PM): it would be a mess.
    J (10:55:10 PM): wait, how would you be like fuck when you're dead?
    J (10:55:15 PM): it would be a mess...
    L (10:55:24 PM): lol idk
    L (10:55:35 PM): idk , in heaven or something
    L (10:55:47 PM): I'd be chillin with God and I'd be like, BADWORD!
    L (10:55:51 PM): and he'd be like, don't/
    L (10:55:55 PM): and I'd be like, ok.
    J (10:56:07 PM): haha. oh yeah. now I see it
    L (10:56:13 PM): I can see it. me and God chillin over Dr. Pepper and Cherry Coke
    L (10:56:36 PM): me in my favorite clothes and him in his...God-clothes. We'd sit on some clouds
    L (10:56:40 PM): or something
    L (10:57:01 PM): and hed be like woah whats up its your grandma and she'd be like, "haay!"
    L (10:57:21 PM): ok I really need to stop.
    J (10:57:35 PM): haha, no, please, by all means. I waana know what happens next!
    J (10:57:44 PM): (you are so wearing off on me)
    L (10:57:49 PM): I don't get it
    L (10:57:55 PM): are you sarcasm-ing me?
    L (10:58:03 PM): how am I wearing off on you
    J (10:58:09 PM): heh, the last line?
    J (10:58:22 PM): it was very...Laura-esq
    L (10:58:30 PM): I know, right?
    J (10:58:36 PM): enjoy
    L (10:58:56 PM): I love explosm.net
    L (10:59:00 PM): I check it every single day
    J (10:59:26 PM): heh, I love them too, though not everyday. have you seen most of them, then?
    L (10:59:33 PM): yes
    L (10:59:56 PM): ha, I love that
    L (11:00:01 PM): die, bitch!
    L (11:00:21 PM): really, no more advil for me...

  • And a quick google search for "unicorn sex" yields an Urban Dictionary entry titled Operation: Unicorn-Sex. Definitions?

    Unicorn-Sex : The practice of being so bemused by the filth that your search engine throws up at the most innocuos queries, that you start looking for things it can`t find.
    "Okay, we`ve found monkeys shagging in your granny`s refridgerator, type in unicorn sex!"

    and

    1. The practice of searching the world for Mythological creatures (not just unicorns) and having sex with them.
    1. "Man... I'm bored"
    "OPERATION UNICORN-SEX!"
    "Rad Idea homie! Let's go hunting for the minator!"
    "True dat... we gon' screw that myth!"

    My other favorite search result was a page titled Are You Looking For a Unicorn? - a site dedicated to finding people to create poly groups. Not that I find polyamorous people funny, but that my search pulls up the page seems beyond random to me. Of course, my utter lack of knowledge about poly culture might explain that.

    Still, my search didn't really make it any more clear what they do with those damn horns...

  • Dude, or Dudette, (whichever you prefer) I'm actually being the smart one here.
    And I have much more important things to do than sit here and talk to and 'learn more about' fags.
    Have a nice sin filled life, hopefully you see the light before your in hell.

    You can find this kind girl's xanga here: http://www.xanga.com/Celticdaughter.

    If you wish to curse her out or simply annoy her, be my guest. I just ask she forgive the intrusion of my orientation into her life. Apparently she must have felt threatened by it and I'm terribly sorry for that. I'll try to hide myself better next time.

    And they wonder why people didn't come out before the 60s. Take your freedom now and shout that you exist. Someone else will say you don't, otherwise.

  • I feel too wired right now to work and too many things going through my head to think straight.

    Everyone just make me a promise - take care of those you care about and never leave them. Never do anything to make them think you feel any other way about them. And always remind them.

    A memory: During Band Awards Night,

    I was sitting next to Sam because him and Sarah had come back to visit us all and they had mentioned something about an award for all students who got straight As from Fresh. year to Soph. year. I had missed that by one grade because I didn’t turn in my practice chart. So I was kinda bummed about that. So Sam leans over and goes, “Don’t feel too bad. I got a D for band my Freshman year.” We both laugh and I ask, “How’d you do that?” He goes, “Exactly.”

    I miss my mom; I miss my dad. I want parents I can trust.