I was totally like "there's another O-state? FOR REALZ?!" I'm terrible at states and capitals, so if you would've made one up, I probably would've believed it. And then I'm like "where's he from again?!" and it was...the other O-state. And I'm like "....Ohhhh."
Don't talk about the government like that. I get all squinty eyed like "What do you know? What do THEY know?!"
Man. I'm just sayin. If you're ever lookin to get married, I'll be up there in the corner. Waiting. And being a baker. And a hippie.
I love the "....Ohhhhh"delzinkoMay 2 2007, 07:08:39 UTC
Well, I don't really know anything, but I'm all about discretely worded insinuation. I am practically majoring in it.
You are totally going to be floored when I show up in Oregon cause "I'm totally ready" and you have stuck by my Live Journal in idleness and in painful surveys. That tells me you're similarly prepared.
Can you bake? I can do most of the stuff besides baking. Apparently, I over-mix.
Make sure I never read any of that. I get really paranoid. Earlier, long story short, I thought the moon was gone for good. But I told myself "NO SHUT UP THAT'S STUPID" And I got over it. But...that doesn't always work.
Haha no it'll be exciting! I'll be like "HI HUSBAND" "HI WIFE" and it'll be like that for THE REST OF OUR LIVES. I miss the unicorn still.
I do bake. That's what I'm majoring in. That and patisserie. Or...some sort of French shit. I hope I can get over my dislike for French people since I will be seeing them for the next year or two.
I will be sad when you keep calling me your wife, I think. We may have to get counseling. I haven't ever been counseled so at least it'll be a new experience. Inevitably, it will have something to do with my parents; perhaps my issues arise from never being allowed to wear boots.
There are lots of French people in Oregon?
I wish the Moon was gone. One of my oldest, dearest anecdotes ends with me uttering obscenity at it directly and getting looks from people who thought dude's a nutter!
Oh sir. I didn't mean it like that. I suppose I could call you wife, but only if you call me Daddy. I understand though, I was never allowed to have balloons. I still can't. When I move, I'm going to put a bunch of balloons up. And bounce and squeek them at my leisure. And buy one of those balloon kits and put whacky faces on them.
I'm not aware of there being any French people in Oregon. I'm going to a Le Cordon Bleu school though, and the teachers will all be French. I hope I won't get marked down for glaring.
Wait, why does a body prevent balloon ownership? Is there some sinister purpose to which they can be put that I am not aware of? Have I been so naive my entire life?
If they've been in Oregon long enough, they oughtn't be too French.
I've always enjoyed the completely irrational actions that occasionally seize me in an irresistible way. I always hope the people perceiving it integrate me into their anecdotes for years to come, granting me a kind of immortality.
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Are you asking me to marry you?
The answer is yes.
I'm moving to Oregon in 10 days, I'll meet you there.
Kbye.
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You come this way, we're totally hitched. I can't get to Oregon though. The government, you know.
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And then I'm like "where's he from again?!" and it was...the other O-state. And I'm like "....Ohhhh."
Don't talk about the government like that. I get all squinty eyed like "What do you know? What do THEY know?!"
Man. I'm just sayin. If you're ever lookin to get married, I'll be up there in the corner. Waiting. And being a baker. And a hippie.
Holler back.
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You are totally going to be floored when I show up in Oregon cause "I'm totally ready" and you have stuck by my Live Journal in idleness and in painful surveys. That tells me you're similarly prepared.
Can you bake? I can do most of the stuff besides baking. Apparently, I over-mix.
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Haha no it'll be exciting! I'll be like "HI HUSBAND" "HI WIFE" and it'll be like that for THE REST OF OUR LIVES.
I miss the unicorn still.
I do bake. That's what I'm majoring in. That and patisserie. Or...some sort of French shit. I hope I can get over my dislike for French people since I will be seeing them for the next year or two.
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There are lots of French people in Oregon?
I wish the Moon was gone. One of my oldest, dearest anecdotes ends with me uttering obscenity at it directly and getting looks from people who thought dude's a nutter!
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I understand though, I was never allowed to have balloons. I still can't. When I move, I'm going to put a bunch of balloons up. And bounce and squeek them at my leisure. And buy one of those balloon kits and put whacky faces on them.
I'm not aware of there being any French people in Oregon. I'm going to a Le Cordon Bleu school though, and the teachers will all be French. I hope I won't get marked down for glaring.
I like my men crazy.
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If they've been in Oregon long enough, they oughtn't be too French.
I've always enjoyed the completely irrational actions that occasionally seize me in an irresistible way. I always hope the people perceiving it integrate me into their anecdotes for years to come, granting me a kind of immortality.
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