Ever since Heidi bought a laptop, sometimes we'll chat on Gmail from opposite ends of the apartment. Sure, one of us could get up and go into the other's room, but we don't. Also, sometimes yelling is tiring. So. Shut up and stop judging, judge-y.
Heidi: i'm really tirsty too
wow, way to spell
[this part of the conversation is not safe for the internets]
me: i could totally start a conversations with my roommate: gmail chat edition on my blog
Heidi: haha, you should
me: not this convo though
Heidi: heck no
me: we'll see
should we send out an evite for our bday soon?
or like a save the date?
Heidi: yeah, i think we should
we could send out one that lets them know and then update it when we decide what to do
me: good call
i like where your head's at
Heidi: thanks, I try
are you watching friends?
i'm listening to the radio
friends is funny!
me: you're funny!
oh god my stomach is angry
Heidi: your face if funny
mine too...it's all achy now
me: not pukey angry or anything but like "too soon, jennie, too soon!"
Heidi: "you should have known better"
me: yeah, but when do we ever make good decisions?
i mean, it's april 9th and i'm just now doing my taxes
Heidi: haha, yeah, that's funny
talk about procrastination
me: i'm glad my parents never asked about it
my dad would be all "jennifer lynn! don't come crying to us when you get thrown in jail!"
Heidi: you could totally trick them into thinking you forgot this year if they ask!
me: and my mom would be all "jennifer lynn!" and then "are you feeling better, sweetie?"
oooh, i should!
i could be all "i have to do my taxes every year?"
Heidi: I'm afraid I'm not going to remember to get my new ID or tags for my car
haha, yeah that would be hilarious!
me: i think our parents should be responsible for stuff like that until we get married
Heidi: seriously...too much and I'll blow up
me: and then our husbands can be responsible for it
i feel bad for my future husband
Heidi: me too
me: he has no idea what he's in for
Heidi: i can't cook, hate to clean, and don't like to be responsible for my own stuff
me: he has to pay all the bills, cook, do the laundry, take care of the cars, clean the bathroom
Heidi: hahahaha yeah
me: make sure i change my underwear every day
that is bad
me: i'm just kidding!
Heidi: haha, good
me: god, how disgusting do you think i am?
Heidi: JUST KIDDING
i will fight you!
Heidi: bring it
me: I don't wanna, i'm tired
Heidi: I'll poop on you
once i told my sister i pooped in her bed
Heidi: it won't take any effort for the poop
you can just sit there
me: this was like a couple years ago
Heidi: haha, did she believe you?
she got so mad!
and started screaming, "JENNIE WHY DID YOU POOP IN MY BED?!?"
me: and my dad came upstairs and she was yelling and he was all "why is she yelling?"
and I couldn't tell him because I was laughing too hard because . . . did you poop in my bed? hahahahaha
Heidi: hahaha, that would be all sorts of wrong
our cat at home used to poop on my brother's bed
it was funny
me: phoebe puked in my bed
but this one time?
Heidi: excellent story
i pride myself on my storytelling skills
Heidi: they're pretty great
i won't lie
me: i work on them at night while i'm lying in bed
Heidi: that isn't the only thing you work on in bed
i am offended
me: no you're not
i'm so putting some of this in my blog
can i have your consent?
We do still have real conversations, though.
Heidi: Your hair looks cute!
Heidi: Your hair. I like it.
Me: Are you kidding? I just pulled it into a ponytail while I was sitting here. I didn't even look in the mirror.
Heidi: Well, it looks good.
Me: That's it. I'm not even going to try any more. When I try to look cute, everything backfires.