This is what our conversations are like

[hazliya]

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.

-----

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

Comments

[purple-dj.livejournal.com]

See, your conversation is actually kind of poetic and flows well. The last IM conversation I felt silly enough to post was this one (http://www.gweep.net/~jski/noah_and_i_on_electronics.htm) Noah and I had a couple years back, that was just painfully punny.

[chainer36.livejournal.com]

Gives new meaning to the phrase "rhyme battle."

[vjnightshade.livejournal.com]

That's an awesome convo, 'specially the end!