Shit's been...shitty...around here. Some humor to lighten the mood.
A written conversation between myself and Le Brother that occured yesterday morning. It started with my Facebook status.
Me: Still on orders.
Bro: Must be a hint to email you here instead if I feel like lunch.
Me: True story.
Bro: Well, then.
Me: Indeed.
Bro: But you're going to a friend's for lunch to meet u with your estranged cell phone.
Me: This is true. But I otherwise have no plans.
Bro: Which friend? And close to lunch places?
Me: [withheld for privacy]
Bro: Alright, wanna come snag me?
Me: Sure. [I regret this later.]
Bro: K. Tiem?
Me: I guess I'll go get the key from him around 11, and then come get you. He's at the [maintenance] building there by the firehouse, so from there it'll be a few minutes before I pull up to [your workplace].
Here's where it gets interesting.
Bro: Alright. I guest text when you leave the firehouse.
Me: o_O
Bro: Er, MXS building. Whatever. That's what I get for reading too quickly.
Me: o_O
Bro: Fuck. Third read. Makes sense now. Text when you leave [your workcenter].
Me: >_<
Bro: Stop with the faces.
Me: [Brother's first name]. What did I write on Facebook?
The e-mail conversation ends there. Then I see this gem on Facebook two minutes later.
A written conversation between myself and Le Brother that occured yesterday morning. It started with my Facebook status.
Then came this e-mail conversation originating from my military account, as I am on orders this week.If you've tried to call me in the last 12 hours, sorry. My phone and I had a fight, and it decided to take off before saying anything it might regret. It spent the night at a friend's house to cool off and gain some perspective on our relationship. We both feel it was a silly fight and not worth destroying our relationship, so I'll be going to pick it up at lunchtime so that we can cuddle and make up.
Me: Still on orders.
Bro: Must be a hint to email you here instead if I feel like lunch.
Me: True story.
Bro: Well, then.
Me: Indeed.
Bro: But you're going to a friend's for lunch to meet u with your estranged cell phone.
Me: This is true. But I otherwise have no plans.
Bro: Which friend? And close to lunch places?
Me: [withheld for privacy]
Bro: Alright, wanna come snag me?
Me: Sure. [I regret this later.]
Bro: K. Tiem?
Me: I guess I'll go get the key from him around 11, and then come get you. He's at the [maintenance] building there by the firehouse, so from there it'll be a few minutes before I pull up to [your workplace].
Here's where it gets interesting.
Bro: Alright. I guest text when you leave the firehouse.
Me: o_O
Bro: Er, MXS building. Whatever. That's what I get for reading too quickly.
Me: o_O
Bro: Fuck. Third read. Makes sense now. Text when you leave [your workcenter].
Me: >_<
Bro: Stop with the faces.
Me: [Brother's first name]. What did I write on Facebook?
The e-mail conversation ends there. Then I see this gem on Facebook two minutes later.
fuck my brain. fuck it in its stupid...everywhere.
