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[blue_poemist]

My toes are cold.

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[roughnrowdy]

fuck but you're odd.

[blue_poemist]

How is it odd that I'm cold? And you're a friend, so what does that make you for being friends with an odd one?

[roughnrowdy]

didn't wanna know if your fucking toes were cold, and I ain't as weird as you are.

[blue_poemist]

I went back through your journal one day and you're the one who whines about blanket hogs. Who says I wanted to know that? And cold toes are important. I could get frost bite and lose them or get those cramps that hurt. Yeah well, you're still friends with me, so you're clearly weird on some level, now ain't ya?

[roughnrowdy]

It's my blanket hog, I'll whine about him if I want to. And I didn't tell you to play internets stalker and go back over all my entries and read em. You did that all on your own, so take that buck and toss it at your own feet. Besides, if your toes are that damn cold go soak 'em in hot water or something, and I still ain't as weird as you, damn it.

[blue_poemist]

I didn't go back over all of them, just the most recent page or two. And I'm pointing out that we both whine about being cold, so we're really not that different on this subject. I didn't say you were as weird as me, just that you were pretty weird yourself.

[roughnrowdy]

sure ya didn't, and I didn't say we weren't all that different on the subject, but you are still weirder than I.

[blue_poemist]

You won't know one way or the other, will you? And we're both still weird.