|Marie:||THATS HOW YOUR LIFE IS/I have been following your blog/personal tags religiously|
|Marie:||AND ITS NOT STALKING|
"I’m motherfucked. I’m fucking mothered. Motherfucker."
|[I'm watching "My Little Pony"; Marie walks up and watches for a few seconds]|
|Marie:||Are there any male ponies?|
|Me:||A few, yeah.|
|Marie:||Are they hot?|
|Me:||...They're cartoon ponies.|
|Marie:||I know but are they supposed to be like hot guys or just cute little ponies?|
I was away yesterday and came back to find a note on my wall below a poster of the Harry Potter characters. There was an arrow pointing to Firenze and the note read:
In this moment as I am writing this I looked up & thought that this guy was an
AratAVATAR! Now I realize that it is just drums [drunk] me talking AHHAH. come BACK!
|Marie:||[a la "Whip My Hair"] I put some chips in my pants, I put some chips in my pants...|
|Me:||[a la "Pants on the Ground"] Chips in your pants, chips in your pants -|
|Both of us:||Lookin' like a fool with some chips in your pants!|
"We should write a story about what, like, Freddie Mercury and Jesus are talking about. We should do that and call it “Freddie Mercury Talks to Jesus”."
My roommate, who is apparently bent on coming up with the most absurd ideas possible for a play. Her favorite idea so far is “Drunk Santa”, which we might actually write if we don’t forget about it by tomorrow.
"I’ve done none of my homework, I’ve written a letter to Hitler, and it’s 3 a.m."
My roommate (at about 2:15 a.m.)
I told her I had this list of some of her more ridiculous post-midnight quotes and read them back to her, and she didn’t even remember saying some of them. So that was fun.