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On A Lighter Note

Yesterday at work:

C: Can we make gingermen sometime?
me: Sure, we can make gingerbread men.
C: At Christmas, we make gingerbread houses. And we can eat them, 'cause they're food.
me: Yes, they are for eating.
C: But if they were chickenbread houses, they would be healthier, right? Because chicken is protein, right? And protein makes you run faster.
me: (laughing) Yes, chicken is protein. And protein helps you grow strong.


And an assortment of texts I don't want to delete:




Get out of my head.
Just saw a sign that says free lunch. First thought: I should go there! Second thought: why is it free? Oh no! It's a strip club! (no such thing as a free lunch these days)

Cool. Date b

If ur not sleeping well maybe u need a husband to keep u warm.

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars?

I can't believe I didney reply to this text from now 24 hours ago. Eesh. Work was so busy I couldn't...and then my brain fell off and...

Serious, bree.

Mmm quite. God is _________.

Hand to forehead and swoon. Miss you lots. I'm checking for that T.O. job all the time!

I love you Beth. No. None of us are blameless. It's okay though. Really, it is.

Try 100 pounds. My heart feels sexy!!!

Reachin for the stars...Run away with me...To another place...

Yes yes yes to everything you said. And I didn't mind THE SHOUTING!

Como estas mucho tiempo que no escuchamos nada de ti.

The point was that you went, and had pointless fun. Does it have to be more than that?

Me too. I miss our talks.

Does ________'s apartment seem completely impersonal to you? Like it came from a catalogue of Young Urban Male.

I'm 80% there. Aren't you dick?
(one minute later) Wow. Sick. Sick
(two minutes later) So I will get ill as well?
(five minutes later) I meant sick. Just to reiterate.
(ten minutes later) Like it was supposed to be the word sick. 
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