[ he winces, remembering the last time they shared nightmares. okay, note to self: texting--ie, writing--does not save you from being an idiot while communicating. makes him miss the days when you still had to put pen to paper in order to communicate across distances. ]
Stop that, you're smart. I mean, all the times you call things by the wrong name? On "accident"? It's impressive how well you match up words and get them completely wrong at the same time. Takes a big vocabulary.
If you ever see me at the mall, expect the apocalypse. Only reason I'd be in one.
[ ...the Judge. God, he really is an idiot. ]
You know, on second thought, maybe I will go to the mall during the day. And spontaneously combust. A fitting end, and then I won't keep sticking my foot in my mouth. Or on the keyboard, as it were.
Are you sure you want me to thank her? Because this is starting to seem like a really bad idea to me. Me texting in general. I think I'm worse at it than actually talking.
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Stop that, you're smart. I mean, all the times you call things by the wrong name? On "accident"? It's impressive how well you match up words and get them completely wrong at the same time. Takes a big vocabulary.
If you ever see me at the mall, expect the apocalypse. Only reason I'd be in one.
[ ...the Judge. God, he really is an idiot. ]
You know, on second thought, maybe I will go to the mall during the day. And spontaneously combust. A fitting end, and then I won't keep sticking my foot in my mouth. Or on the keyboard, as it were.
Are you sure you want me to thank her? Because this is starting to seem like a really bad idea to me.
Me texting in general. I think I'm worse at it than actually talking.