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10.02.01 :: 1:45 pm
I haven't had one of these since high school. While I take the next hour to walk down fifty flights, entertain yourselves with My Boy's psychosis: My Boy: sundaygirl...this haircut looks so gay sundaygirl: you're crazy. My Boy: it totally looks like Corey HAim's hair-do My Boy: I hate it sundaygirl: you're crazy. sundaygirl: you look beautiful. sundaygirl: corey haim is gay My Boy: am i???? My Boy: lol sundaygirl: you are my hottie non-gay boyfriendhusband My Boy: and I have his gay hair!!! sundaygirl: your hair is not gay sundaygirl: and neither are you, freak show My Boy: you like gay boys sundaygirl: i do. but i would never sleep with them sundaygirl: and your hair does not look like corey haim's. My Boy: wouldn't you rather i look like the strokes? sundaygirl: no. the strokes look like they don't shower My Boy: at least they look cool. sundaygirl: they look like they smell really bad. sundaygirl: like stale sweat and feet and smoke. My Boy: I look like a dork! My Boy: I 'm tired of this hairdo. My Boy: please don't force me into getitng another haircut again please sundaygirl: you can't have long hair, dude. it looks retarded sundaygirl: You do not look like a dork. My Boy: I wasn't long. it was just shaggy! sundaygirl: it was gross. you looked like an extra from deliverance sundaygirl: all mullet-ized in the back. come on now! My Boy: i look like i'm 12 sundaygirl: no you don't. sundaygirl: you have such isues with your appearance and you're such a cutiepatootie. sundaygirl: come on sundaygirl: you know youre hot sundaygirl: admit it My Boy: its my hair and i hate My Boy: it My Boy: never again sundaygirl: I am copying this insane dialogue and sticking it in my diary sundaygirl: because you are cracking me up My Boy: copy this: I got my haircut because sunday girl wouldn't leave me alone about it and now i look like an ass and I have no one to blame but myself. sundaygirl: I will. sundaygirl: But I will preface it by saying that you needed a haircut and you always think you look gay afterwards and then a week goes by and you're all styling it and loving yourself. sundaygirl: deal. sundaygirl: BA HA HA HA HA HA My Boy: People wanted to beat me up on the way to work because I look like such a little kid. they wanted to take my lunch money My Boy: i just can't win one in this life, can i? sundaygirl: you win in other aspects, my darling My Boy: its too much to ask to come out of the clip joint and not feel like a total ass sundaygirl: OK. I cannot continue this conversation because you clearly need medication. sundaygirl: You look FINE My Boy: i need to be on drugs sundaygirl: that is obvious.
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