What’s a girl to do when she can’t think of anything to write? She looks through her emails for inspiration. I found the following, and this is official confirmation that I’m a little more than 2% crazy (see post titled: Things You Learn From Guys Who Aren’t Trying To Impress You).
On his 40 pound weight loss:
I’m going to need to ask you to eat something so that people will stop asking me what “your deal” is and why you are so skinny.
Also, I’m a little bit bitter that you went and got you some abs AFTER we were no longer together. I’ll make sure I get a boob job and a personal trainer in the next few weeks.
Just thought I’d put that out there.
Kisses,
Mandi
On why I’m not answering my BlackBerry messages:
My phone is in the car and it is raining, so I don’t want to go get it. Lazy and ridiculous? Yes and yes.
In response to a former co-worker’s (and current friend) email:
Please read what you sent me again. It’s the best email ever. The perfect combination of witty, sarcastic and schizophrenic.
How are things with you? I’m trucking along here at work, and with the house…wow, you told me buying a house was a pain in the as…rump, but I believe you now. It’s not an easy process. Part of me wants to say, “F this, I’m renting” but I think it will be worth it soon.
I had a great time with you guys last week. We must make it a ritual. Wahahahaha, ritual. Sounds creepy enough for the both of us.
Hope you are having a good day. I get to go home in less than an hour. GET YOU SOME.
Love,
M
Back and forth group email between my former roommates:
Meigs: Ginny, your message just gave me a hot flash and made me think of things that I am just not ready for…Our life is changing. I need a drink.
Me: Hand me the vodka, please. Just straight vodka.
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Forty pounds? What diet?