Conversations Between Us: I’m Racially Confused Edition
Talking about our childhoods
him: I asked my mom if my dad was black once.
me: whaaa?
him: I thought he was black.
me: really??
him: yeah, he was just really really tan. Honest mistake.
I feel totally uninspired to write tonight…
but my cats are snuggled up next to me, my boyfriend is asleep and I’m watching this really terrible soft core porn on Adult Swim that is apparently an April fool’s joke. life is good.
Hopefully I’ll have something for you tomorrow.
I don’t get along with girls who care about boys.
I have this dream of being a Recluse weirdo who just sits at a desk and reads all day. I would go through every single book that seems interesting to me, indulge in all sorts of new art forms, cherish every second of every single one of my favorite movies, study paintings and world literature. I would know the names of every great artist from writers to painters. And I would blog. I would blog about every single bit of it….then my blog would be smart instead of one big witty joke.
I’m going to go smoke a cigarette and pray to god that my chemistry class is canceled tonight. There isn’t a chance in hell.
I’m starting a new section of my blog.
Every day I have random little conversations with my boyfriend that are worthy of blogging. So I decided to start a section of my blog called “conversations between us”.
I know…what a retarded name…it tells no information. Well for those of you who currently read my blog..you know. For those of you who join in on this tard fest later on…I apologize. I’ve settled on this name.
So….
“conversations between us”: talking about useless/usefull knowledge edition
we were looking at a license plate from Ohio that read “birthplace of aviation”
him: ohio is the birthplace of aviation?
me: I guess so.
him: I thought the wright brothers flew in the carolinas.
me: I don’t know…that’s useless information. I know how to fuck some bitches up…now that’s useful.
him: It is?
me: of course.
him: Well I know how to fuck some shit up in Mortal Combat.
me: Useless.
Him: What if you were ever kidnapped and the Kidnapper was really good at mortal combat so I made a wager for your life on whether or not I could beat him.
me: riiight.
him: Then I’d be all back, back B on him. You’d live…thanks to me and my Mortal Combat skills.
The conversation stopped here because I was asstounded at his ability to be so funny and stupid at the same time. I love that boy.
so every morning i drink coffee out of the mug you gave me for christmas a few years ago, and every night i drink bourbon out of it. i think of you every time.
:) that’s soo sweet. I remember that. That was a really sweet cup. I almost kept it for myself ;P
If you could have been the author of any book, what would it have been?
the twilight saga
If you won a million dollars what would you do with it?
I would buy a house, decorate it, take a wonderful trip with my family, and then a wonderful trip with my boyfriend.
I always wanted to do crazy drugs & have wild sex with you.
bahahahahaha!! I don’t think so.
