There isn't anything wrong with my SGF; she is perfect in every way
Matt: There isn't anything wrong with you
Auto response from Christina: I think that there's something wrong with me.
But you knew that already.
Matt: Just everyone else
Matt: OMG where is my Christina?!?!?!?!
Christina: Hi gorgeous.
Matt: OMG it is about time. I texted you and everything
Christina: That is what got me
Matt: Two e-mails; ignore the first
Christina: Really? Yeah I was in bed
Matt: Dang
Christina: Hence something being wrong with me
Matt's temporarily snatched up by computer gnomes.
Matt: Omg what was the last thing you said. Stupid AIM
Christina: Hence something being wrong with me, that's what I said
Matt: haha no. There isn't anything wrong with my straight girlfriend; she is perfect in every way
Christina: haha I need you in Ohio marketing that campaign
Matt: I'll make flyers
Christina: Sweetness. Which one of your emails need I focus on? The second one?
Matt: What are the two subjects?
Christina: "Yet again" and "How's this"
Matt: The "how's this" one
Christina: K
Matt: K
Christina: So how was your day honey?
Matt: Good I suppose. Work sucked, but was alright. School sucked, but was alright. Then I went shopping. I bought myself a polo shirt and a t-shirt. I like the t-shirt, it reads "Masters in Oral Persuasion"
Christina: Oh geeze. hehe
Matt: Yup
Christina: Well that is fine and dandy
Matt: How about yours?
Christina: It was alright. Chemistry, then I got to see Ally. I left Hiram around 3...and continued to be amazed at how goodbyes depress me to no ends (she leaves for England tomorrow). Then I just hung out at home for a while, heard about the dog being sick and being taken to the vet, dinner with gram, then I went to sleep
Matt: Well at least she will be able to tell you about all the hott English guys in their flats
Christina: Very true. And I get a postcard out of the deal. She'll be back November 20th. Page four, first line, change the semicolon to a colon, b/c you are simply listing classes
Matt: K
Christina: And as a sidenote, it still pisses me off that no one believed you when you broke your leg. Talk about negligence.
Matt: Yup, what are religious friends for?
Christina: Fucking worthless. Page 6 you continue to have English VI listed. Which should be English IV, not 6.
Matt: Damn it, I could have sworn I changed that
Christina: hehe well it's on this version, honey
Matt: I know, it is on mine too
Christina: Ok. When you're talking about marine science building the concrete structures, they are hollow, not hallow. Hallow is holy, btw. For future reference
Matt: Thank you. They may have been sacred to me
Christina: hehe true. But it's a stretch. But yeah, other than those details, it sounds pretty good
Matt: Pretty good. It needs to sound amazing
Christina: Honey it's about high school. Nothing about high school is amazing
Matt: But I still need to make my paper sound that way
Christina: Hm. I dunno what to tell you. High school just doesn't excite me. And yes, I posted on your journal that men make no sense. Would you like to challenge my claim?
Matt: I make perfect sense, and I am a man
Christina: Right. You made perfect sense when you allowed Jay to call me at 1:30 in the morning one fine day. Ah, how easy you guys forget
Matt: I did make sense then. I was concerned that you would be upset that my lips supposedly belong to him
Christina: But you allowed him to call me in the first place. Had you not done that, you wouldn't have had to call me back
Matt: The only reason why I called was because you hadn't talked to me, and I had wondered what you thought
Christina: But I... never mind. I have given up arguing. It is fruitless. lol. So...how goes it.
Matt: Goes what?
Christina: You not commenting back at me, hehe. It was my hope you were preoccupied with something else
Matt: 'Cause I am
Christina: Ok then. Then how goes that, which consumes your time?
Matt: Unproductive but entertaining
Christina: I guess that is better than unproductive and not entertaining...
Matt: FUCK!!!!! The game is displaying a dirty disk message and there is no way the disk can be dirty
Christina: Sorry honey
Matt: Grrr oh well
Christina: Well gorgeous, if there's nothing else, I'm going to bid you goodnight. Sweet dreams. Love you. Call if you need me.
Matt: Alrighty. mwah night
Christina: ::muahh::
Matt: Love ya
Auto response from Christina: I think that there's something wrong with me.
But you knew that already.
Matt: Just everyone else
Matt: OMG where is my Christina?!?!?!?!
Christina: Hi gorgeous.
Matt: OMG it is about time. I texted you and everything
Christina: That is what got me
Matt: Two e-mails; ignore the first
Christina: Really? Yeah I was in bed
Matt: Dang
Christina: Hence something being wrong with me
Matt's temporarily snatched up by computer gnomes.
Matt: Omg what was the last thing you said. Stupid AIM
Christina: Hence something being wrong with me, that's what I said
Matt: haha no. There isn't anything wrong with my straight girlfriend; she is perfect in every way
Christina: haha I need you in Ohio marketing that campaign
Matt: I'll make flyers
Christina: Sweetness. Which one of your emails need I focus on? The second one?
Matt: What are the two subjects?
Christina: "Yet again" and "How's this"
Matt: The "how's this" one
Christina: K
Matt: K
Christina: So how was your day honey?
Matt: Good I suppose. Work sucked, but was alright. School sucked, but was alright. Then I went shopping. I bought myself a polo shirt and a t-shirt. I like the t-shirt, it reads "Masters in Oral Persuasion"
Christina: Oh geeze. hehe
Matt: Yup
Christina: Well that is fine and dandy
Matt: How about yours?
Christina: It was alright. Chemistry, then I got to see Ally. I left Hiram around 3...and continued to be amazed at how goodbyes depress me to no ends (she leaves for England tomorrow). Then I just hung out at home for a while, heard about the dog being sick and being taken to the vet, dinner with gram, then I went to sleep
Matt: Well at least she will be able to tell you about all the hott English guys in their flats
Christina: Very true. And I get a postcard out of the deal. She'll be back November 20th. Page four, first line, change the semicolon to a colon, b/c you are simply listing classes
Matt: K
Christina: And as a sidenote, it still pisses me off that no one believed you when you broke your leg. Talk about negligence.
Matt: Yup, what are religious friends for?
Christina: Fucking worthless. Page 6 you continue to have English VI listed. Which should be English IV, not 6.
Matt: Damn it, I could have sworn I changed that
Christina: hehe well it's on this version, honey
Matt: I know, it is on mine too
Christina: Ok. When you're talking about marine science building the concrete structures, they are hollow, not hallow. Hallow is holy, btw. For future reference
Matt: Thank you. They may have been sacred to me
Christina: hehe true. But it's a stretch. But yeah, other than those details, it sounds pretty good
Matt: Pretty good. It needs to sound amazing
Christina: Honey it's about high school. Nothing about high school is amazing
Matt: But I still need to make my paper sound that way
Christina: Hm. I dunno what to tell you. High school just doesn't excite me. And yes, I posted on your journal that men make no sense. Would you like to challenge my claim?
Matt: I make perfect sense, and I am a man
Christina: Right. You made perfect sense when you allowed Jay to call me at 1:30 in the morning one fine day. Ah, how easy you guys forget
Matt: I did make sense then. I was concerned that you would be upset that my lips supposedly belong to him
Christina: But you allowed him to call me in the first place. Had you not done that, you wouldn't have had to call me back
Matt: The only reason why I called was because you hadn't talked to me, and I had wondered what you thought
Christina: But I... never mind. I have given up arguing. It is fruitless. lol. So...how goes it.
Matt: Goes what?
Christina: You not commenting back at me, hehe. It was my hope you were preoccupied with something else
Matt: 'Cause I am
Christina: Ok then. Then how goes that, which consumes your time?
Matt: Unproductive but entertaining
Christina: I guess that is better than unproductive and not entertaining...
Matt: FUCK!!!!! The game is displaying a dirty disk message and there is no way the disk can be dirty
Christina: Sorry honey
Matt: Grrr oh well
Christina: Well gorgeous, if there's nothing else, I'm going to bid you goodnight. Sweet dreams. Love you. Call if you need me.
Matt: Alrighty. mwah night
Christina: ::muahh::
Matt: Love ya