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Post by astrid machiavelli on Mar 2, 2011 17:59:16 GMT -7
oh, it has to be ordered? how peculiar. i've never heard of cluedo. am i living under a rock? i'm fine with that, though. we'll order takeaway and make a night of me kicking your ass.
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 2, 2011 18:08:17 GMT -7
--- it's british, you'll enjoy it. wait, what the fuck, you're british, you should know it better than i do! useless girl. oh jesus, you not knowing these will be a serious disadvantage to you. but i'll still let you win.
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Post by astrid machiavelli on Mar 2, 2011 18:14:27 GMT -7
i'm guessing i should feel a little ashamed now. your arrogance will be your downfall, abagnale. just don't cry to lila when i end up beating you.
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 2, 2011 20:30:25 GMT -7
--- a lot ashamed, but we'll rectify it. ah hubris! i will, hopefully she'll kiss my forehead and make me hot chocolate.
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Post by astrid machiavelli on Mar 2, 2011 20:36:02 GMT -7
i'll make it up to you another way. like, by supplying us with an exorbitant amount of buttons. as in the chocolate, not actual ones. how cute. i won't feel bad about winning, then, since you'll have her to cheer you up.
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 3, 2011 9:10:28 GMT -7
--- you know the way to a man's heart. can we melt them, though? i swear to you, they taste so much better melted. you should still feel bad, since you'll have wounded my male pride. also because in reality, lila will probably just make fun of me.
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Post by astrid machiavelli on Mar 3, 2011 16:34:05 GMT -7
i would hope not to your heart, but i'll keep that in mind the next time i find someone intriguing and available. i've never melted them but we can do so, if you like. male pride is a wonderful thing. you can never wound it badly enough for it to never rise again.
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 3, 2011 17:45:58 GMT -7
--- probably wise, too many buttons and i'll be begging you to marry me. you're so compliant, we should discuss this in further detail. not sure that's the case.
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Post by astrid machiavelli on Mar 3, 2011 17:55:56 GMT -7
that definitely would not fly with lila and i'd prefer if she didn't do anything to wreck my life. i'm not compliant, i just take your word for things because i've come to realize we're compatible. personality wise, i mean. oh, really? well, i'll make sure to never hurt your pride too badly.
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 3, 2011 18:24:24 GMT -7
--- oh come on, she's a kitten! oh yeah, compatible? even in terms of tastebuds? 'cause that's pretty damn compatible, i'd say you only meet someone you're that compatible with once in a lifetime, if that.
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Post by astrid machiavelli on Mar 3, 2011 20:27:15 GMT -7
that's what you think. even in terms of taste buds. but i think you're wrong.
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 6, 2011 9:45:39 GMT -7
--- you actually believe in the whole soulmate thing?
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Post by astrid machiavelli on Mar 6, 2011 16:31:56 GMT -7
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 6, 2011 17:09:29 GMT -7
--- to what extent, elaborate!
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Post by astrid machiavelli on Mar 7, 2011 16:06:19 GMT -7
to quote chuck klosterman...
"we all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. it's easy. the first girl i ever loved was someone i knew in sixth grade. her name was missy; we talked about horses. the last girl i love will be someone i haven't even met yet, probably. they all count. but there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. these are the most important people in your life, and you'll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. but there's still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. it usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. this is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. the person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they're often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. but that person still wins. they win, and you lose. because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else."
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