- Jennifer Nicole: Yesterday, I considered not swearing anymore.
- Jennifer Nicole: And then I stopped.
- Lindsay: HA.
- Lindsay: Why would you EVER?
- Jennifer Nicole: To be more proper or some shit.
- Lindsay: Fuck that.
July 2010
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June 2010
80 posts
My God
Hope you’re on call
‘Cause I maybe in danger of crashing before I get to fall
Let’s cry boy
While neighbours have their backs turned
I’m having trouble believing anything you say
Keep the car running outside
You go and make up your mind
You’re staying her running wild with me
You know I could still love you, yeah
My God
Looks like I’m going it alone
Can’t wipe the tears away fast enough
Now I can’t see the road
Got a boot full of dreams
And a pocket full of reasons not to stay
Got a cross of Jesus around my neck
Hoping he’ll help me find my way
So afraid of losing
Now I’m scared of what I’ve won
So afraid of leaving
Now I don’t think I can return, yeah
And all along there was a need for change
And so I thought I better leave this place
When all I had to do was change my mind
All I had to do was change my mind
My God
Is it alright if I turn right back around?
‘Cause I reckon I fly highest
When my feet are planted
On the ground
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Wow, hit my target demographic nail right on the head there.
Today, I told my husband that he had to choose between me or his harmonica. He chose his harmonica. FML
Why would you EVER ask a person to do that?
I say divorce. Take the harmonica and run, man.
If someone calls you their “David Lynch girl”, what does that say about a) you, b) your relationship with that person?
- Lindsay: What the fuck is up with you today?
- Lindsay: What was in your coffee?
- Jennifer: VANILLA.
- Lindsay: Vanilla opium?
- Jennifer: And CRACK.
- Lindsay: http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4gxsjsaA21qzpwi0o1_500.jpg [Image of V for Vuvuzela]
- Jennifer: FUCKING AY.
- Jennifer: They sound like bees.
- Jennifer: Swarms.
- Jennifer: Coming for us.
- Lindsay: SO irritating.
- Jennifer: All of us.
- Lindsay: OMG
- Lindsay: JEN
- Lindsay: DRINK SOME WATER
- Lindsay: EAT SOME CHALK
- Jennifer: THAT WILL BE THE APOCOLYPSE.
- Jennifer: VUVUZELA BEE APOCOLYPSE.
- Lindsay: HAVE SOME BREAD
- Lindsay: ALKA-SELTZER
- Lindsay: SOMEONE STOMACH PUMP THIS BITCH
- Jennifer: I miss you too.
- Lindsay: Omg, I almost spit like a full cup of water all over my keyboard.
- Jennifer: Hey, Mac: sorry about that.
- Lindsay: My computer's name is not Mac, you chauvinist.
- Jennifer: But. It's a Mac.
- Jennifer: I don't know it's name.
- Lindsay: Clearly!
- Jennifer: Sorry, Ms. Computer.
- Jennifer: I am ashamed.
- Jennifer: First, potential drowning and short-circuits, and now this.
- Lindsay: I never pegged you as the type to not at least FIND OUT SOMEONE'S NAME first.
- Lindsay: Fucking slut.
- Jennifer: We've had a relationship, too.
- Jennifer: So there's really no excuse.
- Lindsay: This is really just a swarm of embarrassment on you.
- Jennifer: ...
- Jennifer: LIKE BEES.
- Jennifer: VUVUZELA BEES.
- Lindsay: That thinly veiled bee reference is as much forgiveness as you'll get from me.
- Jennifer: It's enough.
- Lindsay: What the fuck is up with you today?
- Lindsay: What was in your coffee?
- Jennifer: VANILLA.
- Lindsay: Vanilla opium?
- Jennifer: And CRACK.
- Lindsay: <img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4gxsjsaA21qzpwi0o1_500.jpg">
- Jennifer: FUCKING AY.
- Jennifer: They sound like bees.
- Jennifer: Swarms.
- Jennifer: Coming for us.
- Lindsay: SO irritating.
- Jennifer: All of us.
- Lindsay: OMG
- Lindsay: JEN
- Lindsay: DRINK SOME WATER
- Lindsay: EAT SOME CHALK
- Jennifer: THAT WILL BE THE APOCOLYPSE.
- Jennifer: VUVUZELA BEE APOCOLYPSE.
- Lindsay: HAVE SOME BREAD
- Lindsay: ALKA-SELTZER
- Lindsay: SOMEONE STOMACH PUMP THIS BITCH
- Jennifer: I miss you too.
- Lindsay: Omg, I almost spit like a full cup of water all over my keyboard.
- Jennifer: Hey, Mac: sorry about that.
- Lindsay: My computer's name is not Mac, you chauvinist.
- Jennifer: But. It's a Mac.
- Jennifer: I don't know it's name.
- Lindsay: Clearly!
- Jennifer: Sorry, Ms. Computer.
- Jennifer: I am ashamed.
- Jennifer: First, potential drowning and short-circuits, and now this.
- Lindsay: I never pegged you as the type to not at least FIND OUT SOMEONE'S NAME first.
- Lindsay: Fucking slut.
- Jennifer: We've had a relationship, too.
- Jennifer: So there's really no excuse.
- Lindsay: This is really just a swarm of embarrassment on you.
- Jennifer: ...
- Jennifer: LIKE BEES.
- Jennifer: VUVUZELA BEES.
- Lindsay: That thinly veiled bee reference is as much forgiveness as you'll get from me.
- Jennifer: It's enough.
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I don’t know whether to laugh nervously or scream or have nightmares or all of the above.
Wow, ultra creepy/romantic/creepy.