A scary peep into the mind of your average garden variety Juli

Georgia, again.

2009-12-27T05:43:06Z

Haven't been able to get cuts to work, lately. Irritating.
wellllly welly well
In georgia
again
loving it
again

I'm really sad that my brother is escaping from his indentured military servitude, just cuz i like georgia for some bizarre reason. It's an awful awful place, but i do like it.
Maybe if my favorite color were something besides gray, i could detach more easily.

Tomorrow the world
leaving for New Jersey in 7 hours and 15 minutes.
I LOVE NEW YORK
been said before
I'm a loving stereotype. Big cities have me by the heartsicle and wont let go.
Also incredibly excited to Learn Stuff. and Junk.

I am so excited, and feel so growed up, to be travelling on my own to places by myself to meet up with people and be all adult.
Which is, ironically, a ridiculously childish way to feel about it.

Almost 20.
Gasp.
Having a party. You're invited.
So far the guest list is a sausage fest of elementary school buddies and near strangers.
Saturday January 16th, 2010

Speaking of 2010
excited to spend New Years in new york.
It is One holiday with a clear cut meaning, and a spirit i can really get behind.
It's not about "The spirit of" anything. It's just a new damn year. Not even the name is vague. Love it.
spastic 1 am word association journaling tells me that this is the time to talk resolutions.

1: No talking about boys
2: Mo talking about writing
3: Much mo employment
4: Much Much mo travelling
5: College. Somewhere. In there. Okay okay, realistic goal, complete 2 of the classes I've signed up for. At least.
6: Possibly, maybe, take this one boy that i'm not talking about on a writing trip, funded by money, travelling during a break from college. (I call that one resolution casserole.)
7: And a partridge in a pear tree

Peace and love from lala land
(Which occurs simultaneously in az, ga, nj, and ny)
Teh Jules

Speaking of scary beyond all reason...

2009-12-18T13:14:59Z

www.angryclam.com/2009/11/anime-eyes/ clicky clicky.

It's bittersweet except sugar free

2009-12-16T12:25:47Z

Ever wonder if there's someone you're never going to see again?
o.O
Ever think that someone you've barely known will become a huge part of your life?

FFS 5:30 in the morning?
sigh
Marcus was really right. The adjective that describes me best is spoiled.
Weird that I have all this time and energy to sit up late at night trying to forecast social black swans. Any decent person would find something more wholesomely time consuming, eh?

I hate lindsey hardison.
Hardly constructive, but it gives me something to do with my hands. So to speak.

Ever speculate that one day you may become impossibly bitter, wasting your youth, time, and potential?
I hope not, lol.

Having hardcore textual (contextual?) deja vu, so I guess i'll
go
over here
about now.
and do
something
with the
stuff.
You know.

-Jules

juliantabc @ 2009-12-13T05:07:00

2009-12-13T12:07:58Z

Gave myself several months to get over him.
finally got around to deleting pictures of him from my computer, tonight.
And i realized
If justin schermitzler and maggie gyllenhaal had a child
it would LITERALLY be a sad turtle. It'd just be a droopy, depressed reptile.
Guh. ross.

It's bizarre to look at pictures of someone who was your entire world, the love of your life, thought you'd die without them
and go "Fuck they look silly."

Anyway, things are more interesting, now.
The Terworths are together again.
exciting.
Leaving for GA/NY in a week
also exciting
life is pretty.
I'm just a teensy bit bitter, but i s'pose this shall pass

Fuck you miss johnson! Word. Title of show- vampires, it's beautiful.

2009-12-03T09:15:21Z

This song retroactively inspires the last two posts.
I've heard before, but i just rediscovered it and feel better.
Retroactively for the future

A Sonnet For My Sock Drawer

2009-12-03T09:03:37Z

Envelop-ed in wood of golden hue
In darkness rival-ed by naught but death
My socks with human thought I did imbue
Though fair cotton ne'er did breathe a breath

They railled 'gainst their fate. Imprisonment
Was surely never meant for such as they
And their softened blows made nary a dent
'Gainst golden wood. They quoth "This shit be gay."

In abject misery they spent their time,
pacing away the hours, until they chose
to plan their prematurely punished crime
Deliberately gnawing off their toes

O, vengeful footwear! Destroying thyselves!
Vill-ains! from now you shall be kept on shelves.

*bow* *bow*

2 am-ten-minute-uber-structured-poetry. I might make this a "thing".
or not. I might not make it a "thing". I'm thinking not.
yeah. not.

Deep thinky thought sorts of majiggers.

2009-12-03T08:01:28Z

haven't Written anything more than a page long in...at least a year.
There's only so long you can milk "writer's block"
which i never claimed to have.

I'm in serious danger of having to come up with something else to say when people ask what i do.
School and writing is coming close to being entirely lies
I can only stand for it being 50% false. After that I really have to put my foot down, you know?

Terrified, because now i'm an adult. When you're writing as an adult, feels like you should be Saying something. Or at least writing well, by this point.
Standards: The downfall of any writer.
Your own expectations will sneak up behind you, clad entirely in black, as you walk down the street at night arm in arm with your work.
Your expectations will swiftly knock your piece's feet out from under it. They will use the fishing line they brought for this purpose to wrap tightly around the neck of your writing, cutting into the veins which, your expectations will hiss, pump with contrivances, cliche, and grammatical errors.
You can do nothing but watch, horrorstruck, as the life floods from your precious plot points, the dialogue forms itself soundlessly on the lips of your masterpiece and it slumps against a slimy brick wall, stifled. Your expectations turn their brooding and cynical glare on you. And walk straight into you and once more become one with you. You look at your gloved hands, at the dead pages that You strangled, and you think in horror "What have i done?"
And then
after a moment
you think
"Well, maybe A Sonnet For My Sock Drawer wasn't that fantastic.
And "a duck and his banjo" certainly wasn't going to win any prizes.
And "The Innkeeper's Gastrointestinal Discomfort?"!? What was I thinking!"
Somewhere in the back of your head, your expectations smile. They smirk, they grin wickedly, and they whisper
"That's right. You can do better. So much better."
and you turn remorselessly from your crimes.
Maybe your expectations were right, maybe you can do better, and maybe the innkeeper did need to die.
But the tragedy is you didn't give the duck
or his banjo
the ghost of a chance.

And this is why we should have universal healthcare.
Love, Julianna Waterworth, age 19, Mrs. Hitz english class.

There's a turkey on my head, not a chicken. -_-

2009-11-26T01:43:24Z

My internet browser is a big pile of banjo tablature
My phone is a big pile of No texts from No-one, and I'm okay with that
my laundry is...not getting done today
Richard is not going to see me today
(huzzah)
I have this inexplicable attachment to the word huzzah, lately.
I'm being attacked with random paranoia about exes stalking me
tomorrow is thanksgiving

THANKFULNESS TIME!

I'm thankful that the people I Do know, I've known for a really long time. For some reason this means a lot to me.
I'm thankful for my youth. Youth is bitchin, yo.
I'm thankful I can say I've full-out bitchslapped at least one person who fully deserved it, in my life.
I'm thankful that I'm not required to have any contact of any sort with richard ever again in my life
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
I'm thankful that my grandpa called me "at least 10 pounds overweight", last time i saw him, so I have an excuse to not eat nasty thanksgiving food. (I HATE YAMS!!! Fuck this "sweet potato" propaganda, it's like calling smelly swamps "wetlands". They're yams, and there's nothing appealing or tasty about them, it's a waste of perfectly good marshmallows and brown sugar to try!)
not a fan of turkey, stuffing, yams, carrots, or pumpkin pie on facebook.

Lol, tomorrow I'll be sitting in a corner, eating a full plate of canned jellied cranberry sauce, jumping and yelping anytime the words "college" or "driver's license" come up.
seriously, they make fresh cranberry sauce every year, but they buy canned for me, because it's just about the only thing i eat.

hope y'all enjoy your various thanksgivingses!

Moved

2009-11-25T05:47:12Z

I am now Officially living in tempe, with Veronica.

imaginary World war I experts in our imaginations elucidated unto us the vagaries of the happy time friends and the meany faces, incorrectly but widely known as the allies and the axis powers

Ask us about martyrs. We know this because tyler knows this.

Life is a slumber party. Can't wait to chill with Andy butterworth, that kid is funny on a stick.

where am I?

2009-11-17T19:35:07Z

I live in tempe now. Laura- I seeeee youuu!! Only not. Only I COULD. Because you are nigh.

So, I am in tempe now.
Tiffany's birthday approaches!
I will be in Georgia, soon. Dec. 21st until the 27th.
And on the 27th, i fly into New Jersey, for my NYC Jew trip, which goes until the 6th of january.
Then laura's birthday!
then my birthday!
then none of us will be teenagers anymore!

everyone's birthday present will be smoking jackets and pipes. then we will retire to the smoking room for brandies and a good chortle over the wall street journal.

so- that's the map.
phoenix to tempe to georgia to north carolina, to new jersey to new york to atlanta to phoenix to tempe to being 20.

Roommates are hilarious. always.

2009-11-03T03:08:29Z

"watching tv AND computerizing? wow."
ava just says Really Stupid Shit.

My mom is here, and she's playing a video game.
I'm on my computer. In a completely separate part of the room.
Soo.... ava just came into the room. and expressed disbelief that two different people could be doing two different things, in the same room.
jesus. Some people.

...actually, ava and richard are the Only two people i know who annoy me with Each sentence they say. they work well together.

juliantabc @ 2009-11-02T12:45:00

2009-11-02T19:46:08Z

I took a shower and i lost my tan.
I love the fair.

Sentences to no-one.

2009-10-18T07:27:59Z

i wanna do one of those "write a sentence to someone anonymous, that they'll never read. say what you really want to say." things.
Except to fairgoers.

1) Really? Lindsey? You cowardly WHOREFACE!!!

...whooops. that was ... to ... someone ... Let's try again.

Dear Fair Attendees:

1) I'm not stupid.
2) Really, i'm not stupid.
3) Honestly i mean it, i am of AT LEAST average intelligence.
4) Sir, you come to the same stand four times and try to give me the exact same VERY counterfeit 20 dollar bill, the police get called. I'm not stupid, but you very much are.

5) I said i like your teddy bear necklace. This does NOT mean "And yes i'd LOVE to see your ring which is made of two men bending over
from the waist down, replete with Detailed genitalia." I don't CARE that your husband made both items. Btw i think he's gay.

6) STOP PLAYING LADY GAGA . ...because i'm starting to like it. :<

7) STOP PLAYING BRITTANY SPEARS!! THAT WILL I NEVER LIKE!!!! >:C

8) Sir, it's 103 outside. Why are you wearing a Full Mr. Incredible suit?

9) Set the turkey leg down and back AWAY from the deep fried Deep Fried Stick on a stick. Your obesity has reached intervention-worthy levels. (x500)

10) I do NOT know where the FUCKING chocolate covered and/or deep fried scorpions are. GO AWAY! (x13000)

11) look dumbass, you're caucasian. The stereotypical asian accent you put on, and the fake tantrum, do not make me any iota more inclined to comply with your "I try befo' i buy!" insistence. You could try not being an asshole. I doubt you'd buy it, though, it wouldn't fit you.

12) you're seventy. Do not try to hit on hot dog girls, even we have standards.

13) Dear 60-something at the next-door mexican food place; Rawr! ;D

14) How about i give you the Nutritional Facts of my ASS that way you don't have to worry about your precious caloric intake when you KISS IT! I saw you with your Fake-asian whiteboyfriend a few minutes ago. Get out of my sight, you sicken me.

15) SPEAK ENGLISH!

16) HABLE ESPANOL!!

17) Because YOU think I'M cute, this does not mean I give YOU discounts.

18) I'm selling hot dogs, not myself. Though i gotta say my sausage is bigger...
than yours, i mean.

19) STOP FUCKING WINKING AT ME!!!!!
(x i can't even count how many, jebus)

lol, my job is awesome. I pretend to be angry because it's awesome. But i love everyone. The only people to Actually bug me were the asian and his violently health conscious friend, and the woman with the teddy bear necklace disturbed me a tad with her finger scrotums...
awesome awesome awesome day. another one tomorrow! XD

PEACE!

Up notes

2009-10-16T05:20:39Z

Tiffany- I have felt your pain. in the past. I know how awesome that can be. I'm sorry.

The state fair starts tomorrow. *thumbs up*
Tues and Thurs it's free to get in, from noon until 1.
Raven symone is performing, lol

Less from me shall be heard than usual. 12-16 hour days back in effect.

some monday (the day i have off), i will visit asu, and i will bring laura muffins.
She deserves muffins. :<
really GOOD ones!

things look up.
they do that.
I <3 you guys. ^_^

The worst part of Take Two

2009-10-11T11:08:17Z

there is no worst part
it's all the worst part
but the worst part
is how completely HELPLESS i am, in all this

this is his decision, and only his. i tried to stay skeptical, because i thought it would protect me, but it still feels like my soul got removed with a sharp spoon

I wanted to go to his house and scream at him, tell him what a coward he is, how selfish he is, what a liar he is
i wanted to go to his house and demand a hug and a proper goodbye, out of respect for what we had, not a FUCKING TEXT
but i have to tuck my tail between my legs and go home and cry.

"I know we won't work out" i said.
fuck...i wanted us to... I wanted to marry him... I wanted "I'll never leave you" to MEAN SOMETHING!

almost wish i'd had the chance to dump him
but no. if he had half a heart, i would NEVER want him to feel how i do now. I'd live a thousand years in misery before i'd have him feel as bad as i do right now.

i knew it was over when he said he'd made out with lindsey, they'd been seeing each other, she's
...a better person.... i need to get the FUCK off the computer.

part 1 of meltdown Take Two

2009-10-11T10:47:14Z

It's like you've got a birth defect. your leg's crooked or something
so they break the bone, to correct the bend
but you don't take care of it when it's healing, and it comes together worse
oh, with gangrene.
So they take the whole leg

The hope that held me together, lately
that one day i'd have his children
gone.
The hope was the cruel part.

you think you can only die once
but then it turns out that you're a cat
And that means you have to go through this six more times.
I
Fucking
Hate
Cats.

I hate landing on my feet, i hate surviving, I HATE HIM

Anger. There it is. At last.

I'm trying to curtain this subject. Trying to just... cut it off. I'm recording everything we wrote, saving it, because it deserves that respect, but i'm not reading a word of it.
Unfriended on our social networking sites, so i don't have to cry when i see what he's up to, i blocked his lj from my computer's view, deleted his name from his number in my phone, trying to divorce myself from this.
Because i'm finally angry. Because we're finally even.

I hate him because i'll never stop loving him, and i goddamn fucking well know it.

take two

2009-10-11T10:11:39Z

Really, REALLY awesome video.
anyways

...tell you when you're older.
I'll have a complete fucking meltdown when i have the energy to.

I saw paranormal activity
it was GREAT it didn't scare me, but just because i was overly prepared for it. It was just really really really cool to see with a bunch of scared people.
"oh george!"

lol, for anyone familiar with my phone's memes, particularly the "Are you okay, babe?" video, then you should see the movie. and laugh.
there were some GREAT laughs in there, and great jumps too, haha

anyway, it DID shake me up quite a bit.
When we were leaving the theater, and i turned my phone back on, justin texted to break up with me.
yeah, again. he can do this.
weskippastthepartwherei'mcurledup,cryingandscreamingonthesideoftheroad,unabletobreatheithurtssobad,somewhereintempe
and we blame it on the movie.

it was an interesting evening. Got lost on the way to arizona mills, ended up at tempe marketplace and things worked out okay. Bought tix several hours early, and showed up for movie 45 minutes early. the line for the two theaters wrapped around the building twice, it was awesome.

okay. check back for my complete and utter meltdown. Cuz when your heart gets ripped out of your chest once, you can bet it gets bloodier and gorier the second time.
it's like the saw movies.

juliantabc @ 2009-09-30T02:18:00

2009-09-30T09:39:10Z

The best thing in life right now is that iTunes shuffle is being nice to me. It used to intuitively find every song i didn't care about, but right now it's putting together a playlist so good i couldn't have engineered it, it's so counterintuitive and amazing.

gorillaz to white stripes to scott mckown to the pillows and it's gorgeous.

I haven't been on here in a while because honestly i have had any feeling that couldn't be put into 140 characters.
If that's the case, i don't think it counts as a full on emotion.
But right now things are beautiful.

I'm reading the alice books through again, and it just makes me think of laura.
This poor girl is going through these strange things, and strange creatures keep harrassing and criticizing her, when she's really a very smart and sensible girl, she has to listen to them rant on, disregarding her interest or lack thereof, for hours, while she patiently observes, and gets rebuffed for putting in her two cents.
Lol, basically insights into friends' personalities. My tall pretty quiet friend is just a product of wonderland.

It feels like everyone around me sees tiffany all the time. FFS HARLEY has seen tiffany more, recently, than i have.

Thursday is teh big breakup with scott. and then things may proceed as they will with justin. I'll be more comfortable with whatever happens as a free woman.
I'm fairly certain he's just playing with my heart, but i'm okay with that. If it makes him feel better, helps him on this journey of his, then it's worth it. Feh, love. He can take me or love me as is convenient for him, the most calming thing i could do is to do something, anything, that i thought would make him happy. Even as far as giving him oodles of space.

Ever grateful to michael, my distant and impossible ideal, for convincing me to stay by not wanting to convince me to stay or affect my decisions in any way. lol, he's a pretty man.

I'm glad i didnt see eternal sunshine of the spotless mind at any point during that Broken Up period. Pretty sure it would have made me go crazy.

I hate how love is...everything that anyone ever said it was. I was texting michael that i wanted to find a number to mean love
he said that would be a variable
see? Beautiful.

Judaism is going well for me.
...okay no it's not, I'm terrible at being an observant jew.
On yom kippur, the two hugest rules are no eating and no work
I worked for 11 hours, eating pretty much constantly.
Tattoos are verboten.
I'm getting two more on saturday.

my tank girl tat
and a capricorn symbol.
to remind me forever to enjoy skepticism
they're fun. Very discordant, having nothing to do with one another.
all three of them. Random. Small. having nothing to do with one another. At extreme ends of my person.

I'll probably have to keep reminding myself to never get an ironic tattoo
because irony never
EVER
comes across in a tattoo.
lawl.

okay, i think that's everything that's going on.
music. missing friends. Justin messing with me, and current events.

more peace and love than usual
more la la land than usual, too
Jules

P.S. garfunkel and oates. They are funny. i am love them.
www.youtube.com/watch

some days I ain't got much to say

2009-09-23T15:46:17Z

this is me in three years.

juliantabc @ 2009-09-21T21:33:00

2009-09-22T04:39:14Z

I had a really good day out, it got lame when i came home starting with Ava showing me a brutally murdered baby snake that made me super sad. ...I normally wouldn't have been, but I was mad that it was ava. So i decided to make my evening worse, and i started looking through the creme de la creme of antisemitic forums, as selected on something awful.

and i found this gem

soooo if you want to get extremely angry

I am in my twenties and I have, since I've been of dating age, had it tough finding an actual quality woman. I've been saying it for a very long time, but a quality woman does NOT EXIST anymore. None of them want kids, they want to work, be "independent' (LMAO), date nigs, lie, cheat, steal, think they deserve respect, can't cook (!), worship nigs and jews on TV, have general sh*tty attitudes, don't listen to reason, have NO MORALS, listen to rap and hiphop, act like whores in public, actually speak in public and think they're worth words have meaning, expect to have their asses kissed, want whatever the dumb nig or jew on TV has, think they're worth more than they are, are just flat-out selfish in every aspect of life and have NO IDEA of what's going on in this world.

PINK

2009-09-21T06:43:25Z

my voice is dead
went to my first real concert today

Pink. it was beautiful.

bohemian rhapsody was the best part
you have not sung that song
until you've done it in the company of several thousand lesbians

btw there were so many pretty lesbians there
and they were all older than me
but i didn't care.
I wanted one.

I danced like an idiot
because pink told me to
I sang at the top of my lungs
because pink told me to
(I would have done it at the behest of Amanda Palmer as well, however. ^_^)

It was like a four hour long singing of the national anthem
if we Really really REALLY cared
about a-murr-ca.

so loud
so pretty
soooo so so so so so good

I felt so socially awkward, but it was still fun
I was the only person
the ONLY person
wearing a hat.

good night,

right on

2009-09-15T22:19:31Z

ugh, I'm just a bad roommate

2009-09-15T01:17:03Z

melting ghost lady walks into the room
"Wow, it's so big without that quilt over the window!"
"yeah, sure is." I'm looking for something on the interwebs, so i'm not feeling spectacularly conversative.

"Sparkling blue pool..."
i say "Yeah, right!" thinking she's kidding
i look at her, and she looks SUPER hurt. And then i realize, shit, she's probably never seen the freaking pool. she's just saying things to make conversation.
she says see ya later and leaves

headdesk

snarky mean juli is going to easter island.
hookah in the backyard, looking into the depths of the ~~sparkly blue~~ foamy green pool
somewhere where i'll stop hurting people... *emoface!*

lol, i've kinda liked today.

juliantabc @ 2009-09-14T17:44:00

2009-09-15T00:47:32Z

Oh yeah,
hell
is easter island.
so if i say i'm in easter island
yeah

i won't be able to explain this. ever.
it's just a new fact-of-juli.

richard can go to easter island.

Richard sends juli a facebook message.

2009-09-14T19:01:42Z

Richard and i had a brief exchange in the kitchen. I was getting a drink of tea to swallow some advil, and the only things he said to me were "You're looking dapper" I was wearing an old t-shirt, cut off shorts, and really fucking messed up bed head. I asked him if he knew what dapper meant.
he refused to say. so i left the room.
I came back to look for food, getting another drink. He just says, absolutely disconnected to anything "Like an amazon" and my thoughts are "I'm dapper like an amazon? what the FUCK?"
then i got mad at him because he just... SAYS THINGS, with no context, no meaning, no apparent humor, just to SAY something. It's infuriating.

Later that night, after i've gone to sleep, he sends me a facebook message.
this would be that.

Fifteen minutes:
she was a shade of pink he hadn’t seen her before. Bizarre, especially considering the spectrum she’d covered in his presence for all varieties of reason. But this was something else. He’d probably never ferret out what, in spite of his middling efforts. Hair inordinately disheveled she looked at him, for a moment, in a way that hinted towards good spirits. Not surprising, he would later describe the look she gave him as incredible and consequently-possibly wholly independently-she looked... incredible. His lexicon seemed rather well cordoned off around her. He had been a dolt once & she took it to heart. Which he then took to heart.
Now, though, seemed like a chance for something. Something else. And indeed he’d wanted to do something outside of be wholly useless to her most of the evening. She hadn’t had the best of times lately, hair and pigmentation in point. But god she still looked… incredible.
For a moment he thought on how much he loved when she would wear a soft shirt like the one she’d had on, without a bra. Reminding him of that one time she’d worn that gray shirt of his, how warm she felt, the way she breathed. Smiles and aftershocks. Her eyes. How he loved her. Soft. Everything Soft. And he was lost in it.
And so he lost it. That time of potential else gone. For in that bit of silence he looked, again, like a dolt. Incorrigible and easily encouraged an ass as he was, he took the moment to tell her she was looking quite dapper.
She, knowing him to be a complete fool, inquired if he even knew what dapper meant.
Indignant. Worried maybe he hadn’t used the intended mot. He took a moment. Then…
He, being a complete fool, refused to answer.
She…refused to exist
She’d atomized and oh, bits of her were really just everywhere. In the grout and such.
When he’d swept it all up, she was about the same as previous to the dapper diatribe. Just, through some molecular happenstance, she had strengthened her resolve against him more.
Pills might hold the answer, might change her some more familiar hue. She grabbed the little white things up, along with an economy sized jug of thoroughly sweetened tea. Looking just the part of barbarian, she decided against the cup and saucer, downing the lot of it in a mouthful.
He noted this too, his warrior woman. Manners be damned. ‘Amazon,’ he’d said.
‘Pointless and unfunny asshole,’ she’d said.

It was time for his crunch berries.
He then watched a bit of Totoro.
And it was good.

He also made her squint at him funny after he screwed up her VMA recap with random chiming in.
Made him feel like writing something down.
And it was ok, I guess.

Epilogue:
10 minutes later:
He looks up dapper…spruce, stylish, well trimmed…of course he meant to use dapper…wtf.
latez

And then another message.

and in the end it all might just belong at FlailBlog.argh. Proximity to you makes me joyed. i hope you're feelin' a bit better by the time you read this. loving you truly, deeply but most of all, madly. (all the dishes rattle in the cupboard when the pachyderms arrive)

And then I sent back to him

I didn't call you an asshole.

Then HE said...

yeh, sorry. soap opera flair. The memory of this thing existing came sharply back with the harsh tink of cereal on bowl this morning. I half expected you to walk in, remove the bowl from my hands and say 'nacho berries.' Then i'd sit for a while, wondering if nacho berries were a marketable item. i'd take it so far as to actually write a recipe. I'd think, on my way to school, the best combination of flavors. And once i had it perfect in my head, i'd imagine presenting them to you, us sitting down for a plate of berry nachos and watching some slightly too sweet but still alright film, with maybe some action, where you cozy against me and it'd really be one of the better evenings i've had. cause that's how my brain works.

I sez

I'm going to throw something at you.

He's absolutely insufferable, all of this incomprehensible STUFF is happening in his head all of the time. My responses were short because he is A COUPLE FEET AWAY FROM ME and i tried to talk to him. and then he'd send a message.
guh. S.M.I.T.H.

Okay, I guess i'm a shade of pink. nacho berries. whatever you say, richard. X_x