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Feb. 21st, 2006 01:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
e_clareConversations like this are pretty much why I love my friends. And instant messenger.
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e_clarebut you could talk about my dead gay boyfriend, oscar wilde. and that would be fun
fitzee (actually my ex-thesis buddy jessie) you are disgusting
me: what? because i'm in love with oscar wilde?
jessie: i just got a bad metal image
me: .... oh. me...me too. sorry about that.
jessie: its okay distustingemily
me: hey, you eat poo
erin returns: thats ERIN. it's erin now, and WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE
me: I DON'T JUDGE I HAVE A DEAD GAY BOYFRIEND, OK?
erin: ooh, touche. too bad you don't know how to quit him
me: yeah, he keeps inviting me on these fishing trips? and i just don't get it. i really want to fish, dammit
erin: ha! but no fishing happens on the trips?
me: no, no fishing. he just talks. and talks and talks and talks. i can't hardly get a word in edgewise. he thinks he's really, like, witty or something
erin: wow, that's lame. talking about muffins and stuff, i bet. crazy dead freak
me: and cucumber sandwhiches
erin: haaa
me: and this painting he has in his attic...? i dunno. he always looks really good, tho. so i put up with it.
erin: understandable. not molding or anything? that's impressive
me: he's always looked good.
e_clarebut you could talk about my dead gay boyfriend, oscar wilde. and that would be funfitzee (actually my ex-thesis buddy jessie) you are disgustingme: what? because i'm in love with oscar wilde?
jessie: i just got a bad metal image
me: .... oh. me...me too. sorry about that.
jessie: its okay distustingemily
me: hey, you eat poo
erin returns: thats ERIN. it's erin now, and WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE
me: I DON'T JUDGE I HAVE A DEAD GAY BOYFRIEND, OK?
erin: ooh, touche. too bad you don't know how to quit him
me: yeah, he keeps inviting me on these fishing trips? and i just don't get it. i really want to fish, dammit
erin: ha! but no fishing happens on the trips?
me: no, no fishing. he just talks. and talks and talks and talks. i can't hardly get a word in edgewise. he thinks he's really, like, witty or something
erin: wow, that's lame. talking about muffins and stuff, i bet. crazy dead freak
me: and cucumber sandwhiches
erin: haaa
me: and this painting he has in his attic...? i dunno. he always looks really good, tho. so i put up with it.
erin: understandable. not molding or anything? that's impressive
me: he's always looked good.
