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--we order too much food and discover we don't have money. then we have to run all the way down to the health store to beg her grandmother for money.
--we neglect hygiene.
--we approch random strangers in the street. "AM I REPULSIVE?! NO REALLY! TELL ME! I FEEL DISGUSTING! ARE WE ATTRACTIVE OR NOT?!" then we ask him them if they have any sons, and when they say yes, we ask how old, and when they tell us "8", we shout, I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DEVIRGINIZE AN 8 YEAR OLD!
--we confide in strange korean men we find walking along the street. "I'M OBSESSED WITH SOMEONE I MET ONLINE AND I CAN'T THINK ABOUT ANYONE ELSE." "MY BOYFRIEND WHO LOOKS LIKE A SUMO WRESTLER JUST DUMPED ME."
--scene: in the pizza place. elena and brianna look outside at the exact same time. an absolute fucking Sex God walks by (yes i read georgia nicolson, STFU). they look at each other for a split second, then without saying a word, at the exact same time bolt for the door, elena slamming into the door on the way out and accidently chucking her dr. pepper out the door and brianna tripping over her. then they waddle blindly, half stumbling, half running after Sex God until they get the courage to scream WE LOVE YOU! then run away. no fucking wonder they date the kind of guys they do, jesus.
--when we go somewhere nice, we dress in disgusting gross clothes and don't bother with makeup/deoderant. yet when we go to the SCIENCE CENTER, we dress up in corsets and exotic shirts with scarves and such and shower beforehand.
--we have long discussions with ten year olds.
--we throw each other headfirst down wooden slides that you are supposed to use as a LITTLE KID SLIDE. thank you brianna, i have a bruise on my ass the size of texas.
--we listen to lectures on the turtle, and laugh the whole time.
--we come up with impossible "would you rather" situations. example: would you rather have jamie bessamers hair or body?
that's all i can think of.
some pregnant lady freaked out on me and called me a fucking bitch with no manners because when i opened the car door it like, barely brushed the side of her car. how do you deal with that kind of situation? maybe she just has baby jitters.
today i asked one of the ten year olds how old he thought i was and he squinted his eyes and said, "ehhhh...sixteen." i think i love him.
i miss gianface. alot. i haven't talked to him all day. this makes me want to be destructive.