B: "I really like your place. I need to find somewhere to put my stamp of approval." K: "Are you just going to brand my place with a big B?" B: "Yeah, maybe up there by the air vent where everyone can see it: Bee!" Me: "Or as the French would have it: Beh!" K:
She: "I went to a game at Sox field last year and they totally had fireworks." She B: "We still call it Sox field, or Cominsky...not that other name." She: "Yeah, 'cause U.S. Cellular Field has such a nice ring to it." Me: "Haaaaa! You made a funny." She (smirk): "Yes, I did."
She: "..and then she yelled at me for fifteen minutes. Like it's my fault that her life is a mess!" Me: "You should tell her that she can't bitch and moan her way to happiness." She: "Oooooo, nice. That just became my manta." Me: "Great! I think I'll get t-shirts made."
She: "Is that a new top?" Me: "No, I've had it for a while." She: "Ahhh, so it was a closet find." Me: "No, I didn't forget about it. It's one of those weird tops were it can't be too cold or too hot out in order to wear it." She: "Today is a three
She: "I know we're not in the same color scheme or anything, but I'm wearing a little flower print, too." Me: "It's little flower print weather. They start coming out when the temperature gets over 80."
Me: "Do you have goals? He: "Wuh? Sure..." Me: "Have you outlived Kurt Cobain?" He: "What do you mean?" Me: "Are you older than Kurt Cobain when he died?" He: "No, he was like 27 or something. Why?" Me: "Last week it was pointed out to me that I'd outlived Jesus, so I figured I
BF: "I think I'll have a little bread before I go. Ehmmm. Tastes like a saltine without the salt...you know, like -ine. Want some?" Me: "No, thanks. I'm watching my -ine intake." BF: "I'm sure it's bad for certain internal organs." Me: "It'd be ugly if I vented my -ine all over the able." BF:
She: "So how was the harvest?" Me: "I think that if he put his mind to it, Greenspan could do stand up." She: "Why? Did he smile?" Me: "No, but in his opening remarks he said, 'There was too much joviality when I walked in here. This is the central bank -- we're not supposed
Me: "Do you still have your creamy center?" BF: "No, my inner child ate it." Me: "Really? If he still has it, then you technically you do, too." BF: "Who says my inner child is a boy? Maybe it's a girl." Me: "Really? Why do you say that?" BF: "I don't know, it's a possibility.
Big Important Constituency I can now refer to the P.T.B.'s as B.I.C.'s. Tee, hee.
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