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Because AIM conversations pretty-much sum up my life:
Note: This takes place after me being the slightest bit drunk. Also, AIM names have been changed to protect the parties involved.
(After spending half an hour working on a wallpaper because I'm an obsessive fanboy).
Me (2:45:39 AM): Somewhere on the internets, making a wallpaper of your favourite celebrity binds you to them as soulmates.
Me (2:55:00 AM): Lise, help me move to New York so I can become one of those stalkers you read about in the newspaper.
Lise (2:49:00 AM): um..no
Lise (2:49:04 AM): and you're cut off.
Me (2:55:45 AM): NO. I NEED THIS.
Me (2:56:02 AM): God knows a healthy relationship has never worked, it's time for Plan B!
Lise (2:51:07 AM): oh god.
Other Note: I have no idea why messages are apparently being sent into Lise's future. I'll assume it's because our computers' clocks are set to different times. But on the matter of time travel...
Ember (2:45:13 AM): Robbie, how do British men spend their time?
Ember (2:45:22 AM): I can only assume drinking Brandy.
Ember (2:45:30 AM): That's... that's it. There's nothing to do in England.
Me (2:51:51 AM): Being incredibly fucking sexy.
Me (2:52:07 AM): Or at least, that's what I've gathered from Doctor Who, Torchwood and Queer As Folk.
Ember (2:45:51 AM): Unless you count eating shitty food. Which... is I think why they drink in the first place.
Ember (2:45:57 AM): Yeah... True.
Ember (2:46:42 AM): But with a week to themselves, I imagine most wouldn't sit around in their rooms being sexy. Drinking, though... It's like the only logical place my mind can go.
Ember (2:47:30 AM): And then getting belligerent and throwing bottles at walls.
Rob (2:54:30 AM): Lol! Yeah. Or pondering time travel.
Ember (2:48:26 AM): Pondering time travel. Perfect!
Other Other Note: I wasn't even a part of this conversation (it was between Ember and Lise), but Ember passed it on to me because it's rather fantastic.
[02:38] Ember: In my mind, all British men 30 and over drink every day. Like how we eat dinner. They drink.
[02:39] Ember: I mean, they probably eat dinner, too, but... Eel pie? Brains? Liver and onions? They're probably HAMMERED by the time dinner rolls around.
There you have it. A rare insight into my sad little world. Hope you enjoyed your stay.
~ Rob
Note: This takes place after me being the slightest bit drunk. Also, AIM names have been changed to protect the parties involved.
(After spending half an hour working on a wallpaper because I'm an obsessive fanboy).
Me (2:45:39 AM): Somewhere on the internets, making a wallpaper of your favourite celebrity binds you to them as soulmates.
Me (2:55:00 AM): Lise, help me move to New York so I can become one of those stalkers you read about in the newspaper.
Lise (2:49:00 AM): um..no
Lise (2:49:04 AM): and you're cut off.
Me (2:55:45 AM): NO. I NEED THIS.
Me (2:56:02 AM): God knows a healthy relationship has never worked, it's time for Plan B!
Lise (2:51:07 AM): oh god.
Other Note: I have no idea why messages are apparently being sent into Lise's future. I'll assume it's because our computers' clocks are set to different times. But on the matter of time travel...
Ember (2:45:13 AM): Robbie, how do British men spend their time?
Ember (2:45:22 AM): I can only assume drinking Brandy.
Ember (2:45:30 AM): That's... that's it. There's nothing to do in England.
Me (2:51:51 AM): Being incredibly fucking sexy.
Me (2:52:07 AM): Or at least, that's what I've gathered from Doctor Who, Torchwood and Queer As Folk.
Ember (2:45:51 AM): Unless you count eating shitty food. Which... is I think why they drink in the first place.
Ember (2:45:57 AM): Yeah... True.
Ember (2:46:42 AM): But with a week to themselves, I imagine most wouldn't sit around in their rooms being sexy. Drinking, though... It's like the only logical place my mind can go.
Ember (2:47:30 AM): And then getting belligerent and throwing bottles at walls.
Rob (2:54:30 AM): Lol! Yeah. Or pondering time travel.
Ember (2:48:26 AM): Pondering time travel. Perfect!
Other Other Note: I wasn't even a part of this conversation (it was between Ember and Lise), but Ember passed it on to me because it's rather fantastic.
[02:38] Ember: In my mind, all British men 30 and over drink every day. Like how we eat dinner. They drink.
[02:39] Ember: I mean, they probably eat dinner, too, but... Eel pie? Brains? Liver and onions? They're probably HAMMERED by the time dinner rolls around.
There you have it. A rare insight into my sad little world. Hope you enjoyed your stay.
~ Rob