Dear Me,
Uh, this is only your second post this week. What gives?
Me: Uh, like, this is my blog and I'll post when I want. Why didn't you post?
Dear Me: Well, I did write two guest posts this week.
Me: Ya, did that all by yourself, did you?
Dear Me: Whatever. How's that Wii game you rented that you've been playing non-stop?
Me: Bite it. And speaking of guest blogs, you've only done one of them.
Dear Me: I know what I'm going to do for it now. I just have to type it up.
Me: Uh huh. In between playing that game, finishing this post and trying to watch a movie tonight?
Dear Me: Blow me! It's not going to take that long and besides, I don't need to send it to her until tomorrow.
Me: *laughing* Oh ya, heard that before.
Dear Me: What?
Me: Just means you'll be up past midnight trying to pull something together and then you'll go to bed and be pissed that you didn't get any writing done and that you're too tired to read.
Dear Me: *finger*
Me: Ya ya, that's it. Just walk away, princess! You're such a baby sometimes!
Dear Me: *muffled shout*
Me: Sorry, can't hear you, little girl! What a pansy-ass. I'm outta here.
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