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: 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.