new words for the rest of the year
8:31 PM 4/29/06 · By and large I only hear from 
PePe when the world is falling on her head. I've talked her out of suicide a number of times, which has been no easy feat, leaving myself shaken and drained. It's what I do though...help people even if I don't know them that well. Our only connection is she popped up in
I·Need·to·Get·Laid for that very purpose but we were too geographically distant to actually follow up on the desire. Still, we've been awfully chatty and that's more than enough for me.
This being the case, though I jokingly approach it from the onset, whenever she calls I expect it to be a disaster. Fortunately, as I call her often enough inbetween calamities I occasionally hear from her when things are okay, or at least not so bad.
Don't think
PePe's ever called me when she was gleefully happy before.
So, she gave me a buzz just a few days back and she was in good spirits; bit annoyed with her boyfriend but otherwise okay. I started in, after she identified herself, with the usual random list I use when she's not crying: did her dog eat the neighbors, her boyfriend become a cannibal, the ground opened up under her home....usual stuff. Fair amount of giggling came from that but she said that everything was pretty much okay with her. All that was really going on was that her guy was being a pest and school was weighing her down and she was just totally twonked.
Yeah...she actually used the word twonked.
Called her on that and she was just as stunned as I was, no idea why she chose that one; heard it before myself but can't recall where. This prompted a lot of laughing on both of our sides, especially as I really teased her for uttering that word. Told
PePe she'd have to use it more often for any number of possible scenarios.
She said I was evil and laughed harder. Roundabout this time I could hear her guy in the background getting a bit frisky and, as we were wrapping things up because of that, I told
PePe that when they were in the throes of passion she should start moaning, "Thwonk me, baby! Thwonk me harder!!" which just resulted with more giggling and laughter and declarations that I was evil.
It wasn't till after I got off the phone I realized that I'd said thwonk instead of twonk.
So, new words for the year people!
Use them constantly and often.
PePe when the world is falling on her head. I've talked her out of suicide a number of times, which has been no easy feat, leaving myself shaken and drained. It's what I do though...help people even if I don't know them that well. Our only connection is she popped up in
I·Need·to·Get·Laid for that very purpose but we were too geographically distant to actually follow up on the desire. Still, we've been awfully chatty and that's more than enough for me.
This being the case, though I jokingly approach it from the onset, whenever she calls I expect it to be a disaster. Fortunately, as I call her often enough inbetween calamities I occasionally hear from her when things are okay, or at least not so bad.
Don't think
PePe's ever called me when she was gleefully happy before.
So, she gave me a buzz just a few days back and she was in good spirits; bit annoyed with her boyfriend but otherwise okay. I started in, after she identified herself, with the usual random list I use when she's not crying: did her dog eat the neighbors, her boyfriend become a cannibal, the ground opened up under her home....usual stuff. Fair amount of giggling came from that but she said that everything was pretty much okay with her. All that was really going on was that her guy was being a pest and school was weighing her down and she was just totally twonked.
Yeah...she actually used the word twonked.
Called her on that and she was just as stunned as I was, no idea why she chose that one; heard it before myself but can't recall where. This prompted a lot of laughing on both of our sides, especially as I really teased her for uttering that word. Told
PePe she'd have to use it more often for any number of possible scenarios.
She said I was evil and laughed harder. Roundabout this time I could hear her guy in the background getting a bit frisky and, as we were wrapping things up because of that, I told
PePe that when they were in the throes of passion she should start moaning, "Thwonk me, baby! Thwonk me harder!!" which just resulted with more giggling and laughter and declarations that I was evil.
It wasn't till after I got off the phone I realized that I'd said thwonk instead of twonk.
So, new words for the year people!
Use them constantly and often.