I was drunk; you so could have taken advantage of me
Christina: Hi gorgeous. Please shoot me.
Matt: No talking. You need to do that paper
Christina: I have 16 pages.
Matt: You need 4 more by tomorrow
Christina: Please give me a 10 minute break?? Please?? Brain needs interaction of positive sort. Tired of PCBs talk.
Matt: It is 11:38; at 11:48 it is back to work
Christina: I have til 8 am....hehe ok.
Matt: So they drew blood, you are still living and I forgot where I was going with that
Christina: haha wanna know why they took blood?
Matt: Oh yeah, that's where I was going. They drew blood, you are still living, but for god knows how long because you are sick and it is going to take 14 days
Christina: I have a sinus infection, that isn't why they're testing to see why I am always so fucking tired. Mono, thyroid problems, and anemia are all suspects
Matt: Oh okay
Christina: Yeah. I just threw the tired thing out there to see what her thoughts were, and she's like, 'Well there is one way to find out'
Matt: And she took blood. Icky
Christina: Yeah. Lots of vials. It was fabulous.
Matt: I would have passed out
Christina: And mom had me drive home (she went too for a bladder infection)
Matt: Me, needles, and blood, do not go together
Christina: Me neither! I had to lay down for them to do it
Matt: Ugh
Christina: I tend to faint. It's high quality. But yeah. In 14 days we should know what my problem is. hahah
Matt: I think I might pass on that experience
Christina: Understandable. I might have too if I wasn't so tired of being, well, tired.
Matt: True true
Christina: So how was your day love?
Matt: My night/day was amazing ha
Christina: Marvelous. And why is that?
Matt: But yes, I went to the Pearl, danced with this hot guy, cuddled with him afterwards, took him to lunch this afternoon, then went back to his place for video game playing, and movie watching. High quality times
Christina: Sweetness. So things are going well with the hot guy? (almost said his name, how horrible of me)
Matt: haha, yes, things are going well
Christina: Good good. Does it bother him that you're married to a girl in Ohio?
Matt: haha, he proposed to a girl last night
Christina: Awww, how sweet
Matt: But he said he must meet this wife
Christina: Yes yes. Who knows when, but someday...
Matt: Yes, someday. Time is up; back to work
Christina: FUCK fine fine...
Matt: Sorry, time flies. Now go
Christina: I know.
Matt: Look at that, you could have been done at 2:05 instead of 2:15, but no, you just had to talk to me. Well I'm sure it was still a fabulous paper. Have a good day sweetie, try and get some rest. Love ya much.
Auto response from Christina: Hi. So I finished my fucking paper at 2:15am. I get it all printed and nice, get ready for bed, climb under the covers. Wake up at 3:30am by a coughing spasm; worry about lungs being expelled. Finally get back to sleep. Alarm goes off at 5:30am; I reset it to 6:30am. And here I am at 6:30, all bitchy and tired and, frankly, aggravated that I have to get ready to go to Hiram when all I want to do is turn the fucker in and then go back to bed. Dammit.
So yeah, here I go, hopefully I won't attack anyone today...stupid people beware. Exhaustion is bad, mm'kay? Especially when I may have mono anyway. Double whammy of suck. Fuck.
Have a good day, I'll be back around noon but probably be going to bed then so I can be semi-alert to go out to dinner with the GV crew tonight...
Christina: Hey gorgeous. I hope your training goes well. I wrote you a letter in class today. It's rather pointless but it was better than listening...love you. So much. Back to bed I go -- ttyl
Auto response from Matt: Best Buy training...this is going to be interesting.
And I need to pick up my paycheck from Kirklands, that is going to be even more interesting.
Christina: So... I haven't gone to bed yet. I am meant to be exhausted, I swear. I went to eat a sandwich before going to my room (I skipped breakfast). So I'm sitting on the couch, and my mom comes in. I hadn't seen either parentals since I had gotten home. I ask her if they'd gone to look at fireplaces in Madison yet (Oh yeah, dad wants a fireplace) and says no, we're waiting for a phone call. Ok, what call? And so she then tells me that they thought Indiana was going to die this morning. He was sick, you know, and came back yesterday.
Well I guess this morning he was so lethargic that he went down the deck stairs, walk head-on into a tree, and just laid down. Dad had to carry him in. So they force some water down his throat, and call the vet. He went back at 10am this morning. The vet just called us; one of his kidneys is experiencing "acute failure." Mom wrote it on a piece of paper in bright orange marker while she was on the phone. It sucks to stare at those words and not hear the convo.
So anyway, yeah. He's in like this totally serious condition with a couple IVs hooked into him for antibiotics and fluids. There's a chance his kidney may recover, but it also may be totally done. They didn't say if it would have to be removed. The vet says there's a good chance he'll survive, but that they have to be really watchful now. Poor puppy. He's such a fucking moron, all of this b/c he got severe digestion/gastointestinal problems from eating a fucking leather shoe. And mom's all blaming herself, since it was her brand-new shoe. Who knew? He's fucking eaten razors before (3 to be exact) and was perfectly fine. So I don't know. I'm tired and I want to cry, but I think I need to shower. It's so dark and gloomy and rainy today. I hate Ohio.
I wish I was wealthy and could move away now. Wouldn't that be nice? You'd so come with me. But yeah. That's the latest drama in the house. Indiana's trying to die on us, how not nice of his body. I hate burying animals. I couldn't watch them take away Sunny...aaa. Gotta stop. But I wanted to let you know, since you're family too, ya know. Hope things are going better for you in Florida. Miss you bunches and love you an exponential amount. I'll tty laters baby.
Matt: So that is horrible
Auto response from Christina: Fuck me.
Another bad day?
I'm not cut out for this.
Matt: My dog Moose is blind, and the surgery to get him fixed costs $3000, no joke, I of course really want it done, but my mom looks at it as, he could run out in front of a car tomorrow. So I have a blind dog. But she does have a point. At least that isn't life threatening
Christina: Aaawww no more tongue ring?! FUCK. missed my window.
Auto response from Matt: 1st day of work was cool, but it was all training.
Downside, I had to take out my tongue ring and it appears the hole has closed up. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Matt: I'm gonna try and force it back in there in a bit. I'm just kinda scared to right now. I'll work up the courage
Christina: Wait a sec
Matt: K
Christina: I hate when I want to go out, but when again I don't. Then again; scratch the second "when" in that sentence. 2 hours of sleep is no good on me. Anyway. Yeah. Poor tongue.
Matt: You want to go out but don't?
Christina: Yeah. Like I want to go see my friends tonight, but then again I want to sleep more.
Matt: Go to sleep
Christina: Actually Sara just called and I agreed to see her at 5. Tonight'll be an experiment of how long I can go w/out crashing.
Matt: haha, gotcha. You won't last long, I can tell you that now
Christina: Well I gotta last long enough to drive myself back home. We're leaving for dinner at like 5:45. If i'm home by 10....FUCK I have to work tomorrow....::whimpering:: So much for sleeping in. Aaah.
Matt: Go to sleep now; get what you can take
Christina: I just took a shower; can't sleep. Hair will be crazy. And I'm crazy enough as it is
Matt: Oh come on
Christina: Um. I'm being serious. I can't go out like that. I don't see these people like, ever anymore. Gotta look decent.
Matt: Um trying to put my tongue ring back in is making me sick to my stomach
Christina: I'm sorry baby. I recommend eating a lot of ice if you really want to put it back. Numb it.
Matt: Omg I almost just swallowed my tongue ring. I am gonna be sick now
Christina: Honey.... sigh. I'm sorry ....Matt? You okay? Our teleporter would come in handy right about now.
Matt: You go to sleep. I'm gonna stab myself some more then go vomit
Christina: Matt! Get some ice, dammit. Get out those chloraseptic lozenges; they help numb too
Matt: But that isn't going to open the hole back up
Christina: No, but it'll help you not feel the pain if you're intent on stabbing yourself
Matt: It isn't the pain that is making me sick; it is the thought of metal piercing my skin, and possibility of blood
Christina: Sorry pumpkin. Wish I could help. I don't know how to soothe those worries...how long did you have your tongue ring out? Just today?
Matt: from 8:45 till now
Christina: Goddamn that is speedy. Is any of it still open?
Matt: Yeah, both sides are open, and a needle can pass through but the actual bar cannot
Christina: Gotcha. Other than to do it quick and try not to think about it, I dunno what to advise. Silly piercing.
Matt: But I need to eat, but I don't want to eat till I get this done. And I need to sleep and you need to sleep as well
Christina: Sleep? What is that? I just slathered some concealer under my eyes. I look semi-awake now.
Matt: haha I give up. I guess I'm gonna have to get it done again later, hopefully today
Christina: Poor tongue. Is it a Best Buy regulation not to have one?
Matt: Yeah, but after today if I get it redone I'm gonna put a clear one in. And I hope you know you are paying for me to get my tongue repunctured
Christina: Alright. That's fine. But I gotta test it out, then, if this is my investment.
Matt: I'd be more than happy to do that for you
Christina: lol alright. I read through your myspace response thingy for me and got pissed at my missed Alaska opportunities that I didn't think were realistic at the time. lol
Matt: Um...I was drunk, you so could have taken advantage of me. And like I keep saying, you can't rape the willing
Christina: Yeah....so I hear. I'll just have to keep that in mind and drive out the traumatizing concept.
Matt: There you go
Christina: lol yeah. So how far away is January again?...Oh, and did the Best bBuy nazis give you any sort of idea for what time off you are allowed?
Matt: Not yet
Christina: Ah well. When do you start work-work there?
Matt: Tomorrow kinda
Christina: Gotcha. Good luck, I hope it goes well.
Matt: Me too
Christina: Alright baby. Naptime. Have a good afternoon (I almost said evening 'cause it's so dark here). Call if you need me
Matt: mwah
Christina::muahh:: Love you
Christina: I wish I could go with you. I kinda want another stabbing. Although I don't know what...maybe more ear cartilage? hm. But yeah. Sara's dinner thing had the purpose of going to Damon's...to watch the OSU game. She neglected that info when I drove over. And seeing as I hate OSU football I am now back home....yip yip. I love you. I'm getting tired enough that stupid shit makes me cry. I just was hysterically bawling in my room b/c my dad put the fucking nasty gold headboard on the queen bed, and I want my bed back still, and he didn't even ask me if I minded.... "It's going to be the guest room, anyway..." Oh gee, thanks. Sorry that I still live here....sigh. ::virtual hug 'cause I really want one::
Auto response from Matt: Sleep... tongue ring hole closed up :'(:'(:'(
I really wanna go to the piercing place and open it back up, but I need someone to go with me
call me and make me up and go with me
Matt: :'(:'(:'(
Auto response from Christina: And then some days, the bad stuff just compiles.
Matt: Don't cry. AWESOME!!! I'm your profile again! I love that
Christina: I just wanna smack someone....lol. You've been in my profile, love
Matt: Be my guest
Christina: lol I wouldn't smack you, ever. Unless playful and drunk, in which case that doesn't count. Like the biting
Matt: Well I'm not there, which means go ahead and slap something
Christina: I'm just going to pet Topaz and brood. lol
Matt: Not exatly a slap, but you can work your way up from there
Christina: Yeah. Well I know petting animals is good for the health of those in old folks homes, so what the hey, it should be therapy for me too
Matt: I'm gonna be quite on this one
Christina: Quiet. lol. Ok. Although I'm curious. I do need therapy. And I'm prob on my way to a mental health ward. But alright. So how were the couple hours that we were apart, honey? Do anything exciting?
Matt: Slept. It was nice
Christina: Sounds nice.
Matt: It was
Christina: Well baby, iI'm just going to go to bed 'cause I know I'm in a lousy mood and no fun. Have a good night, and if you need me, gimme a ring. Lovelovelove and cuddles.
Matt: Alrighty, feel better. Love you too. mwah
Christina: ::muahh::
Matt: No talking. You need to do that paper
Christina: I have 16 pages.
Matt: You need 4 more by tomorrow
Christina: Please give me a 10 minute break?? Please?? Brain needs interaction of positive sort. Tired of PCBs talk.
Matt: It is 11:38; at 11:48 it is back to work
Christina: I have til 8 am....hehe ok.
Matt: So they drew blood, you are still living and I forgot where I was going with that
Christina: haha wanna know why they took blood?
Matt: Oh yeah, that's where I was going. They drew blood, you are still living, but for god knows how long because you are sick and it is going to take 14 days
Christina: I have a sinus infection, that isn't why they're testing to see why I am always so fucking tired. Mono, thyroid problems, and anemia are all suspects
Matt: Oh okay
Christina: Yeah. I just threw the tired thing out there to see what her thoughts were, and she's like, 'Well there is one way to find out'
Matt: And she took blood. Icky
Christina: Yeah. Lots of vials. It was fabulous.
Matt: I would have passed out
Christina: And mom had me drive home (she went too for a bladder infection)
Matt: Me, needles, and blood, do not go together
Christina: Me neither! I had to lay down for them to do it
Matt: Ugh
Christina: I tend to faint. It's high quality. But yeah. In 14 days we should know what my problem is. hahah
Matt: I think I might pass on that experience
Christina: Understandable. I might have too if I wasn't so tired of being, well, tired.
Matt: True true
Christina: So how was your day love?
Matt: My night/day was amazing ha
Christina: Marvelous. And why is that?
Matt: But yes, I went to the Pearl, danced with this hot guy, cuddled with him afterwards, took him to lunch this afternoon, then went back to his place for video game playing, and movie watching. High quality times
Christina: Sweetness. So things are going well with the hot guy? (almost said his name, how horrible of me)
Matt: haha, yes, things are going well
Christina: Good good. Does it bother him that you're married to a girl in Ohio?
Matt: haha, he proposed to a girl last night
Christina: Awww, how sweet
Matt: But he said he must meet this wife
Christina: Yes yes. Who knows when, but someday...
Matt: Yes, someday. Time is up; back to work
Christina: FUCK fine fine...
Matt: Sorry, time flies. Now go
Christina: I know.
Matt: Look at that, you could have been done at 2:05 instead of 2:15, but no, you just had to talk to me. Well I'm sure it was still a fabulous paper. Have a good day sweetie, try and get some rest. Love ya much.
Auto response from Christina: Hi. So I finished my fucking paper at 2:15am. I get it all printed and nice, get ready for bed, climb under the covers. Wake up at 3:30am by a coughing spasm; worry about lungs being expelled. Finally get back to sleep. Alarm goes off at 5:30am; I reset it to 6:30am. And here I am at 6:30, all bitchy and tired and, frankly, aggravated that I have to get ready to go to Hiram when all I want to do is turn the fucker in and then go back to bed. Dammit.
So yeah, here I go, hopefully I won't attack anyone today...stupid people beware. Exhaustion is bad, mm'kay? Especially when I may have mono anyway. Double whammy of suck. Fuck.
Have a good day, I'll be back around noon but probably be going to bed then so I can be semi-alert to go out to dinner with the GV crew tonight...
Christina: Hey gorgeous. I hope your training goes well. I wrote you a letter in class today. It's rather pointless but it was better than listening...love you. So much. Back to bed I go -- ttyl
Auto response from Matt: Best Buy training...this is going to be interesting.
And I need to pick up my paycheck from Kirklands, that is going to be even more interesting.
Christina: So... I haven't gone to bed yet. I am meant to be exhausted, I swear. I went to eat a sandwich before going to my room (I skipped breakfast). So I'm sitting on the couch, and my mom comes in. I hadn't seen either parentals since I had gotten home. I ask her if they'd gone to look at fireplaces in Madison yet (Oh yeah, dad wants a fireplace) and says no, we're waiting for a phone call. Ok, what call? And so she then tells me that they thought Indiana was going to die this morning. He was sick, you know, and came back yesterday.
Well I guess this morning he was so lethargic that he went down the deck stairs, walk head-on into a tree, and just laid down. Dad had to carry him in. So they force some water down his throat, and call the vet. He went back at 10am this morning. The vet just called us; one of his kidneys is experiencing "acute failure." Mom wrote it on a piece of paper in bright orange marker while she was on the phone. It sucks to stare at those words and not hear the convo.
So anyway, yeah. He's in like this totally serious condition with a couple IVs hooked into him for antibiotics and fluids. There's a chance his kidney may recover, but it also may be totally done. They didn't say if it would have to be removed. The vet says there's a good chance he'll survive, but that they have to be really watchful now. Poor puppy. He's such a fucking moron, all of this b/c he got severe digestion/gastointestinal problems from eating a fucking leather shoe. And mom's all blaming herself, since it was her brand-new shoe. Who knew? He's fucking eaten razors before (3 to be exact) and was perfectly fine. So I don't know. I'm tired and I want to cry, but I think I need to shower. It's so dark and gloomy and rainy today. I hate Ohio.
I wish I was wealthy and could move away now. Wouldn't that be nice? You'd so come with me. But yeah. That's the latest drama in the house. Indiana's trying to die on us, how not nice of his body. I hate burying animals. I couldn't watch them take away Sunny...aaa. Gotta stop. But I wanted to let you know, since you're family too, ya know. Hope things are going better for you in Florida. Miss you bunches and love you an exponential amount. I'll tty laters baby.
Matt: So that is horrible
Auto response from Christina: Fuck me.
Another bad day?
I'm not cut out for this.
Matt: My dog Moose is blind, and the surgery to get him fixed costs $3000, no joke, I of course really want it done, but my mom looks at it as, he could run out in front of a car tomorrow. So I have a blind dog. But she does have a point. At least that isn't life threatening
Christina: Aaawww no more tongue ring?! FUCK. missed my window.
Auto response from Matt: 1st day of work was cool, but it was all training.
Downside, I had to take out my tongue ring and it appears the hole has closed up. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Matt: I'm gonna try and force it back in there in a bit. I'm just kinda scared to right now. I'll work up the courage
Christina: Wait a sec
Matt: K
Christina: I hate when I want to go out, but when again I don't. Then again; scratch the second "when" in that sentence. 2 hours of sleep is no good on me. Anyway. Yeah. Poor tongue.
Matt: You want to go out but don't?
Christina: Yeah. Like I want to go see my friends tonight, but then again I want to sleep more.
Matt: Go to sleep
Christina: Actually Sara just called and I agreed to see her at 5. Tonight'll be an experiment of how long I can go w/out crashing.
Matt: haha, gotcha. You won't last long, I can tell you that now
Christina: Well I gotta last long enough to drive myself back home. We're leaving for dinner at like 5:45. If i'm home by 10....FUCK I have to work tomorrow....::whimpering:: So much for sleeping in. Aaah.
Matt: Go to sleep now; get what you can take
Christina: I just took a shower; can't sleep. Hair will be crazy. And I'm crazy enough as it is
Matt: Oh come on
Christina: Um. I'm being serious. I can't go out like that. I don't see these people like, ever anymore. Gotta look decent.
Matt: Um trying to put my tongue ring back in is making me sick to my stomach
Christina: I'm sorry baby. I recommend eating a lot of ice if you really want to put it back. Numb it.
Matt: Omg I almost just swallowed my tongue ring. I am gonna be sick now
Christina: Honey.... sigh. I'm sorry ....Matt? You okay? Our teleporter would come in handy right about now.
Matt: You go to sleep. I'm gonna stab myself some more then go vomit
Christina: Matt! Get some ice, dammit. Get out those chloraseptic lozenges; they help numb too
Matt: But that isn't going to open the hole back up
Christina: No, but it'll help you not feel the pain if you're intent on stabbing yourself
Matt: It isn't the pain that is making me sick; it is the thought of metal piercing my skin, and possibility of blood
Christina: Sorry pumpkin. Wish I could help. I don't know how to soothe those worries...how long did you have your tongue ring out? Just today?
Matt: from 8:45 till now
Christina: Goddamn that is speedy. Is any of it still open?
Matt: Yeah, both sides are open, and a needle can pass through but the actual bar cannot
Christina: Gotcha. Other than to do it quick and try not to think about it, I dunno what to advise. Silly piercing.
Matt: But I need to eat, but I don't want to eat till I get this done. And I need to sleep and you need to sleep as well
Christina: Sleep? What is that? I just slathered some concealer under my eyes. I look semi-awake now.
Matt: haha I give up. I guess I'm gonna have to get it done again later, hopefully today
Christina: Poor tongue. Is it a Best Buy regulation not to have one?
Matt: Yeah, but after today if I get it redone I'm gonna put a clear one in. And I hope you know you are paying for me to get my tongue repunctured
Christina: Alright. That's fine. But I gotta test it out, then, if this is my investment.
Matt: I'd be more than happy to do that for you
Christina: lol alright. I read through your myspace response thingy for me and got pissed at my missed Alaska opportunities that I didn't think were realistic at the time. lol
Matt: Um...I was drunk, you so could have taken advantage of me. And like I keep saying, you can't rape the willing
Christina: Yeah....so I hear. I'll just have to keep that in mind and drive out the traumatizing concept.
Matt: There you go
Christina: lol yeah. So how far away is January again?...Oh, and did the Best bBuy nazis give you any sort of idea for what time off you are allowed?
Matt: Not yet
Christina: Ah well. When do you start work-work there?
Matt: Tomorrow kinda
Christina: Gotcha. Good luck, I hope it goes well.
Matt: Me too
Christina: Alright baby. Naptime. Have a good afternoon (I almost said evening 'cause it's so dark here). Call if you need me
Matt: mwah
Christina::muahh:: Love you
Christina: I wish I could go with you. I kinda want another stabbing. Although I don't know what...maybe more ear cartilage? hm. But yeah. Sara's dinner thing had the purpose of going to Damon's...to watch the OSU game. She neglected that info when I drove over. And seeing as I hate OSU football I am now back home....yip yip. I love you. I'm getting tired enough that stupid shit makes me cry. I just was hysterically bawling in my room b/c my dad put the fucking nasty gold headboard on the queen bed, and I want my bed back still, and he didn't even ask me if I minded.... "It's going to be the guest room, anyway..." Oh gee, thanks. Sorry that I still live here....sigh. ::virtual hug 'cause I really want one::
Auto response from Matt: Sleep... tongue ring hole closed up :'(:'(:'(
I really wanna go to the piercing place and open it back up, but I need someone to go with me
call me and make me up and go with me
Matt: :'(:'(:'(
Auto response from Christina: And then some days, the bad stuff just compiles.
Matt: Don't cry. AWESOME!!! I'm your profile again! I love that
Christina: I just wanna smack someone....lol. You've been in my profile, love
Matt: Be my guest
Christina: lol I wouldn't smack you, ever. Unless playful and drunk, in which case that doesn't count. Like the biting
Matt: Well I'm not there, which means go ahead and slap something
Christina: I'm just going to pet Topaz and brood. lol
Matt: Not exatly a slap, but you can work your way up from there
Christina: Yeah. Well I know petting animals is good for the health of those in old folks homes, so what the hey, it should be therapy for me too
Matt: I'm gonna be quite on this one
Christina: Quiet. lol. Ok. Although I'm curious. I do need therapy. And I'm prob on my way to a mental health ward. But alright. So how were the couple hours that we were apart, honey? Do anything exciting?
Matt: Slept. It was nice
Christina: Sounds nice.
Matt: It was
Christina: Well baby, iI'm just going to go to bed 'cause I know I'm in a lousy mood and no fun. Have a good night, and if you need me, gimme a ring. Lovelovelove and cuddles.
Matt: Alrighty, feel better. Love you too. mwah
Christina: ::muahh::