Miss Amanda decided to go out of town this weekend and leave me on my own. I was all hopped up on Lady Gaga and caffeine when I decided to go out on Friday night. The following is extracted from the text conversation she and I had:
7:45 pm Me (before I went out): The entire apartment smells like chocolate and it's weirding me out!
10:47 pm Amanda (hours later- she took her sweet time writing me back): Chocolate? Why???
10:47 pm Me: I have * timor (this is supposed to say "i have a tumor", obviously.)
10:48 pm Amanda: Oh...I see...
10:50 pm Me: I'm tips
10:51 pm Amanda: You don't say...
10:56 pm Me: 11s3
10:56 pm Amanda: 143!!! (which is what i was TRYING to say...)
11:05 pm Me: Onje four therwe
11:06 pm Amanda: Let's stick to numerical signs. Lobster!
11:07 pm Me: Let's stick to looooooooovvvvvvveeeeee!!!! (suddenly coherent?)
11:07 pm Amanda: You love me!!!!
11:08 pm Me: I wanna marry your sweet ass! (wow, full sentence!)
11:09 pm Amanda: Well, you haven't asked me!
11:10 pm Me: Whstecvert (aaaaaaaaand, we're back.)
