March 2010
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me: The doctor yesterday put me on anti-anxiety medication (Buspar) so in a week or so, you will be seeing major changes in my personality. YOU'RE WELCOME.
Jolie: Oh that's good - I've been worried about you, so I'm glad you're getting on something that will help you feel less anxious about school and EVERYTHING ELSE EVER. I love your personality just the way it is though. And your other personality. And your other personality. And your other personality. And your other personality.
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Hmm. I guess the tale of the "Halloween rim job"...
Matt: Your font color reminded me that we're repainting my apartment this summer... and by 'we' I mean me painting, you siting on my couch drinking box wine and telling me how effeminately thin my legs are.
me: What color are you thinking? Can we spend ten hours at the hardware store looking at paint chips?????
Matt: I'll just bring a 100 chips home and lay on them, whichever one sticks to my left nipple gets chosen.
me: Oh hey, your right nipple called me last night REALLY UPSET. He said he knows he's not your favorite and that he could never hope to replace Leftie in your affections, but he just would like you to touch his face, maybe caress his hair, every once in a while.
Matt: That is the most disturbing/disgusting thing you ever wrote. I'm going to put it on your gravestone.
