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Post by lila machiavelli on Mar 1, 2011 15:12:14 GMT -7
she's going to assume that decision was all mine, and hate me for the rest of her life.
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 1, 2011 15:21:58 GMT -7
---yes, yes she will. but it's okay, because i'm never going home again so we'll see her once every half century. jesus, we could feasibly be together in fifty years time... you're shitting yourself, aren't you? admit it.
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Post by lila machiavelli on Mar 1, 2011 18:02:29 GMT -7
filled with awkward, hateful phone conversations. nah, i've come to terms with the fact that you're the hottest i'll ever get. you probably are though!
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 1, 2011 18:20:23 GMT -7
---i've got three brothers, she couldn't give a shit about me. and that wasn't supposed to sound as whiny as it did, tone gets lost on msn. are you kidding me?! i'm constantly "accidentally" dropping my wallet in public places so i can show the picture of you off!
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Post by lila machiavelli on Mar 1, 2011 18:28:19 GMT -7
she will though, don't kid. she'll be like, "why is this bitch taking my baby and his religion :'''c" ooooooh, that's the core of love right there.
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 1, 2011 18:35:12 GMT -7
---it's cool, she knows no one hates it more than i do, i've ruined many a family dinner making that clear. when am i gonna meet your parents, by the way? 'cause i still feel like shit for not asking your dad's permission. seriously. i'm also guilty of referring to you as my wife already, just in case anyone gets any ideas.
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Post by lila machiavelli on Mar 1, 2011 18:46:30 GMT -7
i'll teach her about the modern world, and she'll push me down the first flight of stairs she sees. i'm not sure, dad's not enthused, mum wants to take part in it all.. she's mentioned mid-late march. i stamp ownership on you with 'my matt', it's all good.
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 1, 2011 18:56:11 GMT -7
---no seriously, if you go to israel she'll have you killed and get away with it, i promise you. probably should have mentioned this alongside the proposal, but y'know, i was distracted. ughh don't tell me that, how am i supposed to look him in the eye?! "sorry for stealing your baby away, dude, but a rack like that is a once in a lifetime deal" ? march next year, right?
random people on campus keep asking me about us being engaged, particularly girls. they're always wanting to know how i proposed to you, so i usually tell them that it was raining and i was outside your house and you ran outside to meet me, and we made out in the rain for what felt like hours but was actually mere minutes, and you were crying and i was wiping the tears away but they were mingled with the rain and you were so beautiful i forgot everything i wanted to say, so i just asked you to marry me because i couldn't imagine ever being with anyone but you. so if anyone asks, repeat that word for word.
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Post by lila machiavelli on Mar 1, 2011 19:05:15 GMT -7
sucks, because i wanted to honeymoon there! total opposite, actually. he was more concerned for you than me when i told him. if you had asked his answer would have went something like.. "she's psychotic, a total lunatic! you'll suffer death by insanity!" oh that is much too romantic to be a lie. i'll milk it with hand motions and everything.
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 1, 2011 19:14:04 GMT -7
---nothing like interracial tensions to get the blood going. christ, that's a relief. i'll buy him a couple pints and we can exchange our favorite accounts of your psychosis, i'll add some commentary from a psychological point of view. i've filled literally seven notebooks with observations about you, by the way, so you should probably feel alarmed. make sure you cry! you wouldn't believe their reactions, they honestly believe it 100%, then give their boyfriends grief for not being as amazing as i am. i'm a pro cockblock.
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Post by lila machiavelli on Mar 1, 2011 19:22:34 GMT -7
convince your mum to go cake testing with me, i have a feeling she'll force me to cover up and wear a bedsheet. share them, that's much more entertaining than reading old school reports.. which are, by the way, completely legendary, i'm making them into a novel. my performance will rival that of my fake-pride, i'll squeal and bounce when i display the ring.
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 1, 2011 19:30:33 GMT -7
---the woman doesn't eat, don't be crazyyy. she'll also think you're overweight, she's constantly going on about annie's weight. let me edit it, we'll include a few pages of my personal observations in the reprint for your most devoted fans. knew i could rely on you! but i'm feeling like a shitty fiance, tell me three intimate facts about you so i feel better about the state of our relationship.
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Post by lila machiavelli on Mar 1, 2011 19:36:55 GMT -7
she sounds fucking awful, no offense. i can't be left alone with her, it'll be a disaster. give me your personal observation, i want to feel insulted. jesus, like what? i don't know anything.
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Post by matthew abagnale on Mar 1, 2011 19:46:42 GMT -7
---she's pretty immoral, i can't really deny it. just do your best to keep your cool with her, yeah? i'd completely understand if you lost your temper with her, but it would make my life a lot harder. ohhhh no, i'm not that stupid, you'd kill me! your sister is really interesting too though, the whole no-touch thing she's got going on is a case study waiting to happen - have you got any idea what triggered that? like what you wanted to be as a kid, a bad past experience in a relationship, i don't know, anything personal.
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Post by lila machiavelli on Mar 1, 2011 19:56:39 GMT -7
i'll wear a muzzle and be the sweetest thing she's ever met. you're making it sound a lot worse than it probably is, just tell. it's probably because i beat her when we were kids.. not, she's always been like that, autism i suppose. i wanted to be a an airplane, which is really fucked! but when someone says, "i want to be an astronaut", the possibilities seem endless. i stole astrid's boyfriend, feel free to judge. i cheat on monopoly, don't ever let me be the banker.
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