“PAT THERE IS A SPIDER IN MY HOUSE. WILL YOU COME PLEASE MY BODYGUARD”
“bahaha but i have arachnophobia….”
damn it
“if you legitamately dont know how to deal with the guy”
“no OFC i do OMG DANIEL IM NOT STUPID ARE YOU UNDERESTIMATING MY CAPABILITIES ON HOW TO HANDLE THE GUY. ITS MY EMOTIONS I CANT HANDLE so another shot it is hold on”
“I’m gonna get the nt600c”
“does that mean anything to me”
“No”
”you speak a language i do not understand, i speak.. the language of love~*~*~*~”
“*ignores*”
i just watched the most hilarious video of my life
“i’m having some sort of weird reaction to this video. a mix between hysterical laughter and freakish tremors LMAO I CANT DEAL WITH LIFE RIGHT NOW”
“I HATE YOU IN THESE MOMENTS”
“andy am i crazy”
“yes”
i love him
“Can I show you a poem I just quickly jotted down and can you tell me what you think? It’s really disorganized but I want to know if the point is gotten across”
“YES”
-later-
“I LOVE THIS LUCIE”
“WHAT!!! ARE YOU JUST SAYING THAT BECAUSE YOURE SUPPOSED TO!”
“Your writing is perfect to me. You’re so talented you need to put all these in a book.”
I actually just started tearing. Why is she like this. There isn’t a moment that goes by in which she doesn’t hesitate to remind me that I’m intelligent and wonderful and she never lets me say anything but thank you. You are the best Shepleigh. Really. You show me confidence :)
“i showed a poem i wrote to my friend and said to critique it and she went on a train of critiques and now im upset :(“
“BUT YOUR POEMS ARE AMAZING”
“i’m just sensitive to showing people my writing because it’s my feelings on words”
“but she wasn’t critiquing your feelings!”
“I KNOW. you’re absolutely right that’s why i knew when i talked to you i could stop being emotional”
“plus that writing you sent me on fb is so good”
“oh that was just a rambling”
“THATS THE POINT!”
“WHY ARE YOU SO ENCOURAGING”
“BECAUSE YOURE AWESOME AND YOURE YOU!!!”
she’s really the bestest friend ever
“well i need my independence. i look at some jobs and i’m like oh yeah i like this, mhm, i qualify, mhm, uh huh, and then i get to the bottom and it says minimum commitment of 6 months and im like OOF and i don’t apply”
“nobodys going to hire you can’t commit even 6 months!”
“OK but i mean there are some places that require a such and such commitment but i don’t have to work everyday at 8am so it’s okay”
“where are you gonna find a job like that”
“well..that’s exactly what i’m doing”
“so you’re chasing freedom”
“you could say that”
”do you think by the time we’ve finished hanging out after a few days that we’ll both have abs?”
“yes we will be ripped”
i read this as i was exiting a restaurant and i laughed all the way from the door to my car
“andy do you daydream”
“No. I sleep”
”so what do you think about in the day”
”Sleeping. Mlp. How boring NM is”
“so did you land your dream job?”
“bahahahah no! i am going to tackle my future from another angle now. they weren’t my dreams jobs anyway”
“may i suggest the angle of not working!!! haha its great you wake up and you wonder what the fuck am i going to do today!!! its only 12pm.. still got 12 more hrs to go before i say hello to my bed!!! hahaha”
“i look at my future and have decided to call it.. “careerless” !!! hahaha my latest success: i built my own home! waterproof cardboard box!”
“what’s bryan’s last name i wanna stalk him”
“you can’t his profile is private i’ll show you a pic of him”
*shows pic*
“your babies will be gorgeous”
“right? i already thought this through. let me tell you how yolo bryan is. he got a beer at a cafe and fucking shotgunned it at the table. I LOVE HIM LMAO”
”IF I MET BRYAN ALL THREE OF US WOULD DIE THINKING WE COULD FLY”
”we’re gonna get too drunk and be like “no really i have wings watch this shit” *watches you injure yourself* and he’s gonna say “hey that looks kinda fun let me try it too”“
”LOL HEY BRYAN WATCH ME ZIPLINE ON THIS TELEPHONE WIRE”
and this is why they would be best friends too
i was at an asian party the other day and by that i mean yesterday and all their parents were like “my daughter is in law school” “my son is going to be a doctor” and then they’re like “what about you?” and im like ….
very loosely speaking, psychologists are doctors of the mind. so you got that working for you.
thanks you’re such a supporting shoulder
i know, right?
EXCEPT I DONT WANT TO GO INTO PSYCHOLOGY
oh…well dam
what am i supposed to say “i want to go into art” do you know how many scientists would gasp at once
…
see
i didn’t gasp
but i didn’t get a “OH LUCIE THAT IS SO WONDERFUL”
because its not. jk!
you’re like my trial run
im being sincere when i say this: regardless of success, at least you’ll have fun! art’s like something people enjoy. no one likes doing surgery and research
do you know how many people i’d accidentally kill if i was a surgeon. i’d be like “hmm he’s still in a coma” -touches this part of the body- *guy starts flatlining* “hmmmm that wasn’t right”
right
