Friday, February 02, 2007

You're hot like a crunchwrap supreme. Ciminoom lips and all.


Someday I want to do a study comparing the effects of sleepiness with the effects of alcohol. I know for sure you say things and occasionally take pictures that you regret later. Me + Jenny Mae + facebook + Valentine's day candy + no sleep = the following facebook communications. I have a feeling I'll be embarrassed about publishing this later.

Liz: I just wanted to be part of the facebook messaging group. The inappropriate thing I was going to say to Jeff was something along the lines of "Let's make a baby" but then I remembered that we're not quite that good of friends yet. If I were Peter Pan, you'd be my happy thought.

Jenny: oh that was funny. How funny did you think it was? I personally would say it was about a hippopotamus' size of funny.

Liz: More like a love of George Micheal size funny. I hate the name Micheal because I never know how to spell it. It looks right if you put the e before the a OR after it and I always think of Micheal Jackson and get distracted by mental dancing. I get to work at noon tomorrow HHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH for tacos. Let's run away to find the treasure, just the two of us.

Jenny: While thoughts of writing on your wall were passing through my head, I scrolled down my profile and was about to write
on my own wall. how silly would that be? quite quite, yes I aggree.

Jenny: I love treasure. it makes me feel like I am a pirate. But apparently you can
t be a pirate AND a ninja, and Jeff says I'm a ninja. Oh, but my love for George Michael or Micheal or Mike-ale or Miedkgnle is veryyyyyyyyyy (not veeerrrrryyy, emphasis on the y) large. And I'm not sure what happened tonight was that funny. ps check your wall.

Liz: I'm doing it. Uhhmm...write it on my own wall, not do the thing that you almost wrote on your wall. This late-night face-book fun is better than sex.


Liz: ps: CHECK YOUR WALL. AND MINE. Sorry for yelling. Emphasis on the y. Hie you over to your wall, I should say. Ha ha Scots are funny. And they wear skillets. I mean kilts. AND NO SKIVVIES!!!!!!!! I want to take my pants on but then Beckah's laptop will get all sweaty.

Jenny: we should do this as our daily ab work out. I think I would like to take my pants on too. You know, and be a jolly good sport about it. Righteo! I farted 4 times in a row.

Jenny: I have to tell you, emphasis on the y, that your message made no sense, not sence, to me. Oh my typing spellin gis so poor. I swear if there was no such thing as a back space You couldn''t understand what I am telling you. OOOOOOOOOOOO a whale of a tale and its all true I swear by my taboo!

Liz: Sport should be fartings. I'm leaving it, I'm not changing it.I'm going to type you a song:
You can dance if you want to!
You can leave your pants behind!
Cause your pants don't dance and if they don't dance
Then they ain't no pants of mine!
You can dance!
You can dance!
Everybody take off your pants!
Or you can take them on. Strippers don't wear clothes. They also don't have laptops resting on their thighs. No sweat. I think I might be asleep right now. Everything makes sense to me. (I need to go home.) I think that I want to publish this message history someplace where people can laugh at it. We should publish it as an ab video! Like, instead of pilates, read roomate facebook 2 am messaging!

Jenny: I almost did it again, but i forgot what awkward thing I was going to write on my wall. Oh yeah I was going to tell youa story about when my friend was in a really bad mood, she came to me by night, no she didn't, she came to me, well actually I was already there, so she walked up to me, ok so i was standing there and and she wanted to tell me something. But she did tell me something so I guess that was what I meant to say, it was more than just a desire. Yes it was put into place she came up to me, no. She said to me in this friendly way, because that was what we were, friends. Anyway she said "cheer me up!" because she was sad. I told you that already. Sorry. I don't mean to twell you something twice its just when something is importatn I gotta get it off my chest. So you know how I responded, to cheer her up?

Liz: You swear by your taboo? I always feel silly when I say that word. Like a monkey.

Jenny: there comes a day wehen you gotta look the potato of injustice right in the eye!! cause life is like a mop. Gets full of dirt and bugs and crap. you gotta rinse it out. and sometimes life sticks to the floor so bad, a mop, a mop won't do it. You gotta get down on the floor with a tuthbrush (yes, i know I spelled it wrong DEAL WITH IT). and if that doesn't work. you can't give up! (unnecissary period, don't know what i was thinking htere) you gotta go to the window and yell, hey! These floors are dirty as hell, and I;m not gonna take it anymore!

Jenny: monkey monkey monkey. Oh, I just realized this is MY wall...

Liz: You broke my heart in two. I'll always keep that pedestal for you!

Liz: We both updated our statuses...stati? to be the same joke that only we understand! Ha ha ha. I'm feeling a little flustered here. I better just go back to playing my harmonica.

Liz: There comes a time in every young woman's life when she should go to bed. I think I'm nearing that time. 3 o clock. I will be in bed. Remember when you were a rocking chair. Good times.

Liz: You're a snifty winker. It sounds like a Willy Wonka candy, I know, but you'd be surprised how UNLIKE a Willy Wonka candy it is.

Jenny: Ya, harmonicas always sooth me too. It reminds me of the good ole days when i would sit up on cherry tree rd and chase the ice cream man with my bloody sock to see if he would pity me enough to give me free ice cream. Or when I got a little older, and decided that one... apparently I am snifty. Maybe that is what my status should be. anyway, one brother was not enough so I folded a blanket up and took it to ...ok this story sucks. and its all lies! ALL OF IT, LIES! I'm a monster!

Jenny: Jenny is hie, don't worry about it. Jenny's mood depends on the amount of ciminoom lips she eats. Now her legs are the sweaty ones. Liz, what just happened to her compute.

Liz: Why were your sock bloody? You're my hero, ciminoom lip master.

Jenny: I was one with that rocking chair. hooooooooommm. empahsis on the om. um, good idea. lets go to bed.

Liz: I like it when you dance. Dance for me every day. Like a rocking chair. My toe ring feels silly on my toe right now. Perhaps its done being a toe ring. Maybe it decided to become a defense lawyer. Mmm, lawyers are hot. And not the ciminoom kind. Is cinnamin spicy or hot? Or I should say, am I spicy or hot? Like a crunchwrap. SUPREME.

Jenny: I like how we both decided sleep was good but we both refuse to do so!

Liz: I think I'm going in 2 mintues. I always mispell that word when I'm typing it and "mintues" sounds like the name of minty chocolate Austrian candies.

Jenny: I really like crunchwrap supremes! Supremes ont he house! Ohana is supremem eating of crunch wrappers of crunch and supremitity. Ha, I wrote tity.


1 comment:

Annie. the McNeil kind. said...

I hurt myself laughing at this. My roommates think I am insane. I do not work tomorrow. No crunchwraps for me.