hazliya | This is what our conversations are like

He's in the lab, doing "homework." I'm in the apartment, cleaning my hard drive. We talk on gmail.
Note the point at which it really starts.

me: if that doesn't say love
I don't know what does.
Adam: I do.
me: ?
what else does?
Adam: I do.
me: you do?
Adam: Voodoo
me: do what?
Adam: Big butt!
me: but who?
Adam: Just you!
me: yoohoo!
Adam: That's true.
me: True dat.
<3
Adam: God sat.
<3
me: On a hat?
Adam: In a cat.
me: Eating rat
Adam: On a mat.
me: Under bat.
Adam: Made it flat.
(poor bat!)
me: Getting fat!
Adam: Who did that?
me: Not the bat.
Bats ain't fat.
This one's flat.
(poor bat!)
Adam: ...
*bows before your mastery*
me: xD
Also known as
*adam is bored now*
Adam: No.
There's just no way I can ever do better than that.
And to keep going would seem to tarnish that beautiful gem.
me: You lie!
Adam: But why?
me: Let it die.

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Adam: Their end is nigh
me: Their souls fly high
(the souls of pie?)
Adam: (your metaphor's awry...)
me: (so's your meter, bitch!)

Yes, we're one of those weird couples. And I love it.

-Haz