Sunday, August 29, 2004
Since I brushed this morning I ate a smoked turkey (with Swiss cheese) sandwich, yet, my teeth feel oddly scummy. I suppose I shall have to brush them again at some point.
My eyeballs hurt again, but I knoweth not why.
Until classes begin tomorrow, I have nothing to do.
Oh! I found out where Rebekah Lilly (the only non-band-nerd I know of who goes to Tech) lives; I ought to call/stalk her and make her play with me.
This is all a bit choppy because that Jordan guy is Instant Message-ing me. Here's what we've got thus far:
Jordan: supHe sounds like a pretty little white boy.
Me: Oh, nothing.
Jordan: cool
Jordan: miss me?
Jordan: ha
Me: Well, I still haven't technically met you, yet.
Jordan: ahh
Jordan: k
Jordan: im anked
Jordan: naked
Me: Spectacular.
Jordan: u should see
Me: Well, why don't you come over and give me a thrill, Frisky?
Jordan: frisky?
Me: Chipper... excited... tail-wagging...
Jordan: only if ur naked
Me: Hmm... nevermind. I have a fat-girl complex.
Jordan: complex?
Jordan: whats that mean
Me: It means I am self-conscious about my body. Actually, I was like that when I was skinny, too.
Jordan: well me naked and you not would be awkward
Me: For you, maybe, but I'd be fine with it.
Jordan: would i be getting kisses
Me: Sure, Romeo.
Jordan: but ur roomy would walk in
Me: Nope; she's busy holding hands somewhere with her little man.
Jordan: lol
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:34 PM]