10-20-04 11:27am

Well, if you and I were to be in any room, it would be either a kitchen, or one of our bedrooms. Ever notice that? Those are the only two places you and I ever hang out together.

Anyboob, if we were in a kitchen, i would be cooking, and you would be devouring whatever it was i was making (ever notice how many times you've gone "AAH! HOT!" after eating something I just made? dork.)

If we were in a bedroom, we would be online. No doubt about it. Either that or we would be sleeping.

*does that weird thing with the strange hand movements and funny noises*

You know what I'm talking about.

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Re:, 10-20-04 8:25pm

how accurate. you're good.

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Re: Re:, 10-21-04 2:39am

Chya.

I forgot one other place though...

REFUASKOFJSOIFUSKJFJFF-TURA! *decapitated bird headbanging*

That's all i have to say.

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10-20-04 12:29pm

arguing. and drinking fresh-squeezed orange juice.

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Re:, 10-20-04 3:16pm

what is it with the fresh-squeezed orange juice? and why must you girls make fun of my need for the pulp-free kind? you know, quite frankly, they wouldn't make pulp-free orange juice if a large number of people didn't desire it! :-P

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Re: Re:, 10-20-04 3:40pm

i'm sorry laurence but i have an inclination towards a man who likes pulp in his orange juice.

there's something primitive and natural about it.

you might as well drink sunny fuck me delight if you're gonna go pulpless.

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Re: Re: Re:, 10-20-04 4:15pm

I gotta go with Danielle on this one.

Orange juice just isn't orange juice without the pulp.

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Re: Re: Re: Re:, 10-20-04 5:08pm

*gets smug*

I have Alyssa credibility.

Yes!

Now I can always say, "But Laurence, Alyssa likes pulp...."

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Re: Re:, 10-20-04 6:54pm

first i discover that americans do not believe in fresh squeezed orange juice, then i find out that americans drink orange juice, not fresh, without pulp! it's maddness! *goes crazy*

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Re: Re:, 10-20-04 8:29pm

Well i swing both ways. Pulp, pulpless, it doesn't matter to me, orangie goodness is all that matters

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10-20-04 2:08pm

I'd be sitting in a corner clutching a pillow with sweaty palms, nervously thinking of things to say while you prodded the strange creature with a knotted stick

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Re:, 10-20-04 6:57pm

not true! you'd be in the kitchen cooking me a meal while i try to eat it directly out of the frying pan (or whatever you're cooking it in). then i'd pull an andy-toto moment. "HOT! HOT!"

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Re: Re:, 10-21-04 2:38am

Tardo.

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Re: Re: Re:, 10-21-04 4:34pm

that's Tardo The Great to you. hmph.

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ac, 10-22-04 12:44pm

That room's usually my room or your room, no? Wait, bedrooms. Ah! I see what you are plotting, you coniving, wicked woman! I don't swing that way you wretched being.

Okay, but, really.. well, we'd be talking. You'd push me off the bed and not let me touch your computer anymore. Then you'd crack a few (well, MORE THAN A FEW) midget jokes and I'd attempt to attack you. We'd listen to music, and talk for hours about leaving and what we'd do when we do leave. With all that talk of the future, we'd get drunk on nostalgia, we'd laugh and cry about the old times, the current times, and the times to come.

Maybe we'll play on the XBOX and you'd kick my ass at game and not let me pick the small animals to be my players! Then you'd make dinner (because cooking and I don't mix) and I'd play with Chino (as he attempts to escape my grip). I'd mess around with your guitar and you'd try to be patient, until an hour later you have enough and yell at me for making 'noise' (evil). Then we'd talk s'more, and i'd either go after a hug or drive you home, scaring my driver while singing songs loudly (and that ain't no euphony).

'n that's all I can think of right now!

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hooray for tater tots, 10-23-04 12:11am

we would be having one of our toto-laurence deep conversations, interspersed with random bits of silliness (i.e. "thank foo foo for faygo!" "noon!" etc.) and we'd talk about love and life, joy and pain, and everything else in between. then you would try to teach me how to say words in arabic and i would fail miserably, but you'd get a giggle out of it, and that's all that matters.

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