more clingyness

carl: what are your plans for today?
me: well. my cousins just left. i volunteer from 1-4.
carl: im playin chess with my dad. are you gonna be able to move to volunteer?
me: F U.
carl: im not making fun, jackass. im being serious.
carl: did you weigh this morning?
carl: why dont you pay attention to me anymore?
carl: why do you not have feelings for me?
carl: is it because you found someone else?
carl: did i do something wrong?
carl: can you tell me what i did?
carl: ill try to fix whatever it is. just let me know.
carl: jackie please. talk to me.
carl: fine. this will be my last text.
carl: what did i do?!?!
carl: i dont understand.
carl: why are you doing this?
carl: do you enjoy hurting me?
carl: fine then... i can take a hint.
me: you dont text me enough.
carl: my fingers aren't working because im heartbroken.

dodocase.

i just called mr. t to ask him a question. he answered the phone, "what's up, my dodocase?"

i think the new focus of my blog should be "awesome conversations between mr. t and me".

random ted lilly fact of the day.

his name is theodore roosevelt lilly.

awesome. and super cheesy. or is it cheesey? i dont know. and i dont care. he's still hot.

clingyness is attractive.

disclaimer: i dont know how to spell "clingyness" or if its even a real word. oh well.

carl and i decided that we are going to start being clingy to each other because its funny. and funny is always right.

me: im so bored walking by myself.
me: in other news, i still can't believe i didn't get a ticket on sunday.
me: are you mad at me?
me: can we talk?
me: ???????????
carl: haha very nicely done. except you can't stop. you have to get more crazy as i don't respond to your texts.
me: why haven't you been responding?
me: are you with another female??
me: are you cheating on me?
me: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?????
me: now i get it. you wouldn't go with me because you're a cheater.
me: YOU FUCKING LYING ASSHOLE MOTHERFUCKER.
me: i thought i was special.
me: i thought we had something magical.
me: please give me another chance.
me: i'm desparate.
me: please can we talk about this. i don't know what i did.

the next day:
carl: we're at the plaza now. what are you doing?
me: we're dealing with my stupid washing machine.
carl: we?
carl: who is we?
carl: who is the other person?
carl: is it a dude?
carl: its a fuckin dude, isn't it?
carl: why are you with a dude?
carl: i thought you liked me.
carl: if you like me, why are you with another dude?
carl: what the fuck?
me: haha nice.
carl: quit fucking ignoring me.
carl: why are you laughing?
carl: this isn't a laughing matter.
carl: why do you like to hurt me?
carl: does it make you happy to know im crying?
carl: i hate you.
carl: i dont ever want to see you again.
me: i know.
carl: im sorry. i didnt mean that.
carl: can you just talk to me.
carl: please.

poem.

i like to make fake cards for my co-workers using sample greeting cards that come in the mail. i cross out the generic writing and write my own messages.

well, carl just made me one and wrote:
roses are red
violets are blue
you're pretty awesome
you make good chili, too.

awwwwwwww.