Chats Dec 14 2008
This one signals or addiction to gmail chats...
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12:49 AM
Brittaney: Get your bloody ass online, NOW!
1:27 AM
Brittaney: FINALLY! GEES
1:28 AM
me: well aren't you the patent one?
patient
Brittaney: Hahaha you know me so well
me: where are you up to anyways?
1:29 AM
Brittaney: watching xxx holic and yourself?
1:30 AM
me: llz
lolz writing my book and falling asleep
got to wake up early tomoz
go away
Brittaney: how rude~
But anyways this is pay back for yesterday
1:31 AM
So let me read some more....PLEASE
me: ugh
6 in the morning dude give me a break!
1:32 AM
Brittaney: What are you talking about it's only hafl 1 now
half
1:33 AM
me: need to wake at 6
so where are you up to in the story anyway?
I cant rem
1:34 AM
Brittaney: when you looked at each other eyes... something something...i felt...nothing. That's where i'm up to. Oh and why you have to wake up so early?
1:35 AM
me: My voice carried in my panic and The Customer looked up in surprise. Our eyes met and I felt-
Nothing.
It was a bit of a letdown actually. If only he wasn’t looking at me as though I was a foghorn that suddenly blew in the middle of a Zen masters meditation. Then maybe I could feel some spark or something a bit more dramatic. Caught between the two men’s expectant eyes I trotted over to table 6 as dignified as I was able to pull off without looking foolish. This is quite a feat I must add.
“May I help you?”
All that followed was an exceedingly uncomfortable stare.
“Would you like anything…else to drink?”
Again with the stare, did he think I was some painting to stare at? Just as I was about to apologize for disturbing him, as bitter as it would taste my manger would kill me for anything less, he Spoke.
Now I will explain to you why this word warrants a Capital. His voice coloured my world for me. In the moment it took him to say a sentence I fell for him. I fell for him with a graceless teenage infatuation.
there
that's it for tonight
I'm working at the gardens from now on :P
1:36 AM
Brittaney: Lame! Ech i wanna raed more. Come on don't be stingy
1:37 AM
read
1:39 AM
me: Now I will explain to you why this verb warrants a Capital. His voice coloured my world for me. In the moment it took him to say a sentence I fell for him. I fell for him with a graceless teenage infatuation. In fact I fell for him so far and so fast it took a while for his words to register. I completely blame his smooth baritone that melted my spine and made it puddle in my feet as happy goo…
“More hot water please.”
I must have looked like a blinking idiot.
“Dom!”
1:40 AM
Brittaney: more! more!...do i enter the scene?
1:42 AM
me: ...
you have like a 6th sense about stuff like this
1:43 AM
Brittaney: well yeah of course otherwise if i din't then i would be..BORING! now wouldn't i?
*didn't
1:44 AM
me: “Dom!”
My head flicked back in an autonomous reaction. B’s voice created a reaction like that. It’s as though you just HAD to respond whether you wished to or no. And right next to the rude child was Andrew. How do I explain Andrew Tarsal? He originally had dark brown eyes and hair, but he dyed his hair black and wore re coloured contacts in an effort to look cool. This coupled with his elfish face and skinny frame, he looked quite the sly sadistic demon. This made the pair of siblings quite compatible no matter how they denied it.
1:45 AM
Brittaney: ooooooooh i love it, stop teasing me and gimme more! hehehehe
i love the description of andrew just like how i would imagine my brother hahahahaha
1:47 AM
me: Duuuude.... Neeeeeeeeeeed sleeeeeeeeeeeeep man.
1:48 AM
Brittaney: and i need to read. Hehehe why don't you jus email me all you have then?
1:50 AM
me: NO
1:52 AM
“You’re on lunch break, what are you doing still here?” B yelled across the restraint with no care about the managers withering glare. She probably was too used to it, or simply didn’t care. Most likely the later, I decided when she made no move to come to me and reduce the volume of her voice box
I resisted the urge to groan. Torn between disgruntled at The Customers boring answer and ironically awesome voice and the fact B brought along Andrew despite me warning her not to. I should have expected her to do that really. Luckily, Andrew seemed to have not quite woken up yet and hasn’t noticed The Customer. There was only one way out of this it seems even though I really was loathe to depart from Mr. Wonder voice.
OK
good night
or morning
or whatever
These messages were sent while you were offline.
12:49 AM
Brittaney: Get your bloody ass online, NOW!
1:27 AM
Brittaney: FINALLY! GEES
1:28 AM
me: well aren't you the patent one?
patient
Brittaney: Hahaha you know me so well
me: where are you up to anyways?
1:29 AM
Brittaney: watching xxx holic and yourself?
1:30 AM
me: llz
lolz writing my book and falling asleep
got to wake up early tomoz
go away
Brittaney: how rude~
But anyways this is pay back for yesterday
1:31 AM
So let me read some more....PLEASE
me: ugh
6 in the morning dude give me a break!
1:32 AM
Brittaney: What are you talking about it's only hafl 1 now
half
1:33 AM
me: need to wake at 6
so where are you up to in the story anyway?
I cant rem
1:34 AM
Brittaney: when you looked at each other eyes... something something...i felt...nothing. That's where i'm up to. Oh and why you have to wake up so early?
1:35 AM
me: My voice carried in my panic and The Customer looked up in surprise. Our eyes met and I felt-
Nothing.
It was a bit of a letdown actually. If only he wasn’t looking at me as though I was a foghorn that suddenly blew in the middle of a Zen masters meditation. Then maybe I could feel some spark or something a bit more dramatic. Caught between the two men’s expectant eyes I trotted over to table 6 as dignified as I was able to pull off without looking foolish. This is quite a feat I must add.
“May I help you?”
All that followed was an exceedingly uncomfortable stare.
“Would you like anything…else to drink?”
Again with the stare, did he think I was some painting to stare at? Just as I was about to apologize for disturbing him, as bitter as it would taste my manger would kill me for anything less, he Spoke.
Now I will explain to you why this word warrants a Capital. His voice coloured my world for me. In the moment it took him to say a sentence I fell for him. I fell for him with a graceless teenage infatuation.
there
that's it for tonight
I'm working at the gardens from now on :P
1:36 AM
Brittaney: Lame! Ech i wanna raed more. Come on don't be stingy
1:37 AM
read
1:39 AM
me: Now I will explain to you why this verb warrants a Capital. His voice coloured my world for me. In the moment it took him to say a sentence I fell for him. I fell for him with a graceless teenage infatuation. In fact I fell for him so far and so fast it took a while for his words to register. I completely blame his smooth baritone that melted my spine and made it puddle in my feet as happy goo…
“More hot water please.”
I must have looked like a blinking idiot.
“Dom!”
1:40 AM
Brittaney: more! more!...do i enter the scene?
1:42 AM
me: ...
you have like a 6th sense about stuff like this
1:43 AM
Brittaney: well yeah of course otherwise if i din't then i would be..BORING! now wouldn't i?
*didn't
1:44 AM
me: “Dom!”
My head flicked back in an autonomous reaction. B’s voice created a reaction like that. It’s as though you just HAD to respond whether you wished to or no. And right next to the rude child was Andrew. How do I explain Andrew Tarsal? He originally had dark brown eyes and hair, but he dyed his hair black and wore re coloured contacts in an effort to look cool. This coupled with his elfish face and skinny frame, he looked quite the sly sadistic demon. This made the pair of siblings quite compatible no matter how they denied it.
1:45 AM
Brittaney: ooooooooh i love it, stop teasing me and gimme more! hehehehe
i love the description of andrew just like how i would imagine my brother hahahahaha
1:47 AM
me: Duuuude.... Neeeeeeeeeeed sleeeeeeeeeeeeep man.
1:48 AM
Brittaney: and i need to read. Hehehe why don't you jus email me all you have then?
1:50 AM
me: NO
1:52 AM
“You’re on lunch break, what are you doing still here?” B yelled across the restraint with no care about the managers withering glare. She probably was too used to it, or simply didn’t care. Most likely the later, I decided when she made no move to come to me and reduce the volume of her voice box
I resisted the urge to groan. Torn between disgruntled at The Customers boring answer and ironically awesome voice and the fact B brought along Andrew despite me warning her not to. I should have expected her to do that really. Luckily, Andrew seemed to have not quite woken up yet and hasn’t noticed The Customer. There was only one way out of this it seems even though I really was loathe to depart from Mr. Wonder voice.
OK
good night
or morning
or whatever