Vic: LOL.... i'm sooo weird....
Jen: LOL! REALLY!?!? Get CNN on the phone!
Vic: ROTFLMFAO!!!!
Vic: ::convulses::
Jen: LOL!!
Friday, June 29, 2001
Thursday, June 28, 2001
Vic: guess what's David Duchovny's secret passion.
Jen: Jerking off in my name?
Vic: LOL!!!
Jen: :-)
Vic: growing cantalopes
Jen: O.O
Jen: ::blinks::
Vic: this is straight out of his mouth btw
Jen: ::doesn't share the dirty thought that just came to her mind::
Vic: LOL... go ahead. i probably had it too
Jen: cantalopes... sure, that's what he says... but it's really a metaphor for my breasts :P
Vic: lol :-)
Jen: Jerking off in my name?
Vic: LOL!!!
Jen: :-)
Vic: growing cantalopes
Jen: O.O
Jen: ::blinks::
Vic: this is straight out of his mouth btw
Jen: ::doesn't share the dirty thought that just came to her mind::
Vic: LOL... go ahead. i probably had it too
Jen: cantalopes... sure, that's what he says... but it's really a metaphor for my breasts :P
Vic: lol :-)
Jen: ::discussing a hot guy in her class:: the only reason I want him is to screw him. Well, either that, or I'd keep him in a glass cage where I could stare at him naked all day. I don't want a relationship with him, though.
Vic: ::shakes head:: who needs to relate to people normally? not you, apparently. :P
Vic: ::shakes head:: who needs to relate to people normally? not you, apparently. :P
Sunday, June 24, 2001
Just in case any of you doubted my tendency to be weird as well as psychotic... according to Jung-Myers-Briggs personality typology test, I have the same personality type as everyone's favorite serial killer, Hannibal Lecter (that being INTJ).
Saturday, June 23, 2001
Dear Rob Tapert and Sam Raimi,
Hi. I'm coming to get you. SIX YEARS worth of MY saturday nights, and this is what I get in return? You must be kidding me. Xena and Gabs deserved more than that. Yeah, I cried. I cried because I'm goddamn sad that one of the two shows that I actually turn on the tv for is ending. But I'm even more sad because of what you did. And the giant creepy fucking face coming through the glass? Let's not even discuss that, or the whip of fire, or the fucking decapitation fetish. Goddammit... thank you for ruining everything.
Screw you all,
Jen
Hi. I'm coming to get you. SIX YEARS worth of MY saturday nights, and this is what I get in return? You must be kidding me. Xena and Gabs deserved more than that. Yeah, I cried. I cried because I'm goddamn sad that one of the two shows that I actually turn on the tv for is ending. But I'm even more sad because of what you did. And the giant creepy fucking face coming through the glass? Let's not even discuss that, or the whip of fire, or the fucking decapitation fetish. Goddammit... thank you for ruining everything.
Screw you all,
Jen
Wednesday, June 20, 2001
Jen: Vic was making fun of me because I think the Sprint PCS guy is sorta hot.
Gary: LOL...he's not hot
Jen: sorta!!
Gary: he's eerie
Jen: I like his eyes.... I like them so much I want to put them in a jar for safekeeping...
Gary: LOL
Gary: how....romantic
Gary: LOL...he's not hot
Jen: sorta!!
Gary: he's eerie
Jen: I like his eyes.... I like them so much I want to put them in a jar for safekeeping...
Gary: LOL
Gary: how....romantic
Tuesday, June 19, 2001
Gary: wow...what do all the bugs think when there's a huge storm?
Jen: "Oh, fuck!" comes to mind
Gary: hehe...i mean..we go indoors...but if there's a flying bug buzzing about...and it just starts pooring super heavy like it did the other night in that thunderstorm....they go from happy buzzing to smack on the ground.
Jen: that must suck
Jen: I wonder what it's like to get stepped on by a huge shoe
Jen: LOL.... did I just say that?
Gary: LOL...yes...I think you did
Jen: ROTFL.... and I wonder what it's like to fly into a bug zapper
Gary: Sigh...another boring day...buzzing around..nothing to do....annoy this guy...fly up that girl's nose...oh...what's this...a light...a beautiful light...a light like no other... I must see it..I must feel it...I must...bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Jen: LOL..... what about the goddamn moths that consistently fly into my windshield at night? I wonder what they think right before they go splat?
Gary: LOL... "The light...it's finally coming -to- me...! closer....Closer...CLOSER...! *splat*
Jen: I have a fucking moth graveyard on my windshield
Gary: Classy. :-)
Jen: "Oh, fuck!" comes to mind
Gary: hehe...i mean..we go indoors...but if there's a flying bug buzzing about...and it just starts pooring super heavy like it did the other night in that thunderstorm....they go from happy buzzing to smack on the ground.
Jen: that must suck
Jen: I wonder what it's like to get stepped on by a huge shoe
Jen: LOL.... did I just say that?
Gary: LOL...yes...I think you did
Jen: ROTFL.... and I wonder what it's like to fly into a bug zapper
Gary: Sigh...another boring day...buzzing around..nothing to do....annoy this guy...fly up that girl's nose...oh...what's this...a light...a beautiful light...a light like no other... I must see it..I must feel it...I must...bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Jen: LOL..... what about the goddamn moths that consistently fly into my windshield at night? I wonder what they think right before they go splat?
Gary: LOL... "The light...it's finally coming -to- me...! closer....Closer...CLOSER...! *splat*
Jen: I have a fucking moth graveyard on my windshield
Gary: Classy. :-)
Sunday, June 17, 2001
Friday, June 15, 2001
Gary: ::attaches a cone to your head::
Vic: lol. thanks
Gary: lol...you have the choice of ice cream, dunce, and traffic cones
Vic: what are you attaching the cone with?
Gary: crazy glue of course
Vic: can it be a plastic representation of an ice cream cone?
Gary: oh, of course, I had that in mind, there's no point in crazy glueing a real ice cream cone on if it just crumbles away after a day or two.
Vic: ok, i'll take that..... it'll be the least awkward during sex.... i mean, do i really want a gigantic orange traffic cone slamming into my headboard?
Gary: ROFL!!!!
Vic: an ice cream cone is small and discrete :P
Gary: yes, the diminutive ice cream cone attached to your head would be much better
Vic: lol. thanks
Gary: lol...you have the choice of ice cream, dunce, and traffic cones
Vic: what are you attaching the cone with?
Gary: crazy glue of course
Vic: can it be a plastic representation of an ice cream cone?
Gary: oh, of course, I had that in mind, there's no point in crazy glueing a real ice cream cone on if it just crumbles away after a day or two.
Vic: ok, i'll take that..... it'll be the least awkward during sex.... i mean, do i really want a gigantic orange traffic cone slamming into my headboard?
Gary: ROFL!!!!
Vic: an ice cream cone is small and discrete :P
Gary: yes, the diminutive ice cream cone attached to your head would be much better
Vic: lol.... wouldn't it be terrible if people had blowholes at the top of their heads that would start whistling whenever they got horny?
Gary: great...you've incapacitated me
Vic: LOL! yay!
Vic: and as a person got hornier, it would get louder and more intense
Vic: kind of like a teakettle
Gary: rofl!!
Gary: great...you've incapacitated me
Vic: LOL! yay!
Vic: and as a person got hornier, it would get louder and more intense
Vic: kind of like a teakettle
Gary: rofl!!
Thursday, June 14, 2001
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