I tried to think of something funny and jewish related, but I failed. Yes, it is more than kosher.
Dear lacy. Drive your college graduate butt down here to logan Utah and come to this flipping party.
And don’t just say I love him because he is black. Even though it’s true.
You said no. I will now burn my Hedwig costume in a state of mourning.
I make poor decisions. Text me back for more details.
I’ll take careful mental notes and describe it to you in detail.
Oh I saw his face. You definitely still have that option.
I honestly can’t promise anything. I don’t like potentially telling hollow lies.
Ah. I should have known that it was a “quality.” Well, I respect that.
You’re mom’s not a jehovah’s witness, right? I’d bet a million bucks she’s not…
Man you need more dependable people. Hitmen who carry their phones.
For example, most infants don’t cry merely by my presence anymore.
I survived my first ever work Christmas party. And I didn’t even get drunk and kiss any coworkers.
Why? Did you forget to wear a bra again?
Well I gotta go herd cows, cause apparently I do that now.
I think you can catcall them. Gender roles are changing every day.
My jellied fruits are hard.
Thank you! I do feel a Lacy void in my life right now. I bought a lace trimmed skirt, but it isn’t the same.
Shut up lacy. Go kiss someone from salt lake.
Sometimes I think I need to text you more. And also be funny. So that I can someday be in the saved text posts. It's actually a bit of a goal of mine now.
ReplyDeleteEverytime I see the new 'texts from my phone' post I frantically scroll through the list to see if I've made the cut. Considering I haven't texted you for a few months now, my chances of bring featured in post 6 are looking pretty slim. I'd better step it up.
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