Wednesday, January 6, 2010

My life in conversations.

“We are driving in a snowy tundra and your putting on your make up, I’m holding the wheel, your barely pushing the peddle, and your doing your make make up. These are the moments I miss with you.”

“Did he just hit on you?”
“No he told me that my shoes were awesome and he likes boating.”
“Why would he bring up boating?”
“My shoes are boating shoes. Apparently they’re walking conversation starters. I’ve had like 3 people do that.”
“That’s it, I’m wearing floaties all the time so hot guys will ask me to come swim with them.”

“SHOOT. He just told me something really nice and I put a sad face. How do you bounce back from that?”
“Tell him you love him so much it hurts.”

“You and your situations!”

“I just had a 20 minute conversation with someone about sandwiches. How is that even possible. I keep thinking back to the conversation and wondering if I said anything stupid along the way, which I would have HAD to, because it was about a sandwich.”
“Not true. Sandwiches are very important. They’re food, they give us life. We’ll talk about how Tiger Woods was rumping with every lady in California but feel bad when we talk about sandwiches? WTF. Go back and find that fellow sandwich lover because I am with him and this revolution!”

“Yeah, so he played my absolute favorite song when I was sitting there. But I didn’t tell him it was my song. I didn’t even acknowledge that I knew it.”
“And why not?”
“Because it’s a glorious song. It’s one of those songs you turn on and everything in life is sweet.”
“Maybe he feels the same way about that song.”
“No, because I didn’t want to ruin it. If we ever end up hating eachother, the song will be ruined. And it’s too good of a song to chance.”
“You just gave up sparks for a song.”
“This song sparks my life all the time. I don’t need a guy to spark me up.”
“Talking about sparking up…..”
(20 minutes later.. while playing the song.)
“I’m really glad you didn’t ruin this song for a dude.”
“Yeah me too. Now you understand.”
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