Tue 6 Feb 2007
After coughing through a phone conversation with Mr. W today at work, he said that I probably have tuberculosis, which is such a “romantic” ailment because all the great romance novels have the heroine dying of consumption. So earlier I IMed him:
me: I just want you to know…* cough cough *
…that if I don’t make it through this consumption… * hack choke *
…that I’m eternally grateful * hack hack *
…to have been loved by you * puking blood *
Mr. W: u need more jaeger
me: how…unromantic.
I’m gonna blog this.
Mr. W: now here is the romantic part
I am secretly a Vampire and I offer you eternal life and love with me….with just one bite
me: hmm.
I’ll get back to you on that.
but thanks!
I think I’d let him take a plug out of your neck if he’s offering those kinds of rewards.
I’m not sure I wanna live forever, tho. Cuz what if the world ends and I’m just floating in space with a bunch of rock fragments suffocating with the lack of atmosphere, forever? That would kind of blow.
You guys are cute*cough*! 🙂 BTW, I am in class right now and get to write you 🙂
Good point Cindy. But what if Mr. W (aka Vampire) was floating around in space with you?
Vanessa – what class?
Flat Coke – then I get to glare at him for all of eternity thinking, “THIS is all YOUR fault, you ASS!”
I’m taking Excel to brush up on my skills and get back into the rhythm of school, hmwk, etc. Since yesterday was mostly review, I was online surfing the web.