MEAN 2 ME

What am I doing right now? Meh...Well, I'm listening to The National and trying to stave off self-inflicted injuries. You know, the total norm! In my attempts to be resilient and remember all the good that came within the course of the day, my mind automatically took me to this place: Molly (my mind addresses me by name, uh duh), you said some pretty funny things today. And now, Me, Myself, I'm going to type out ONE of the funny things I said (because the thing I said to Liz that was just so hilarious that I couldn't forget about...I forgot about):
                               
                                EMILY
I have to get smaller pants. I guess I'm a twenty five now.
                                ME
Guys, did you know Emily used to be fat and in a sorority?
   
                                EMILY
Shut up! I was my sorority president, though.
                                ME
So, she was the fattest.

This could also be interpreted as very bitchy. I agree, but I said it in my forgiving tone. I'm a woman of MANY tones, and since most of the things I say are bitchy, you'll get my forgiving tone quite a lot. Someone said to me the other day, "If I'm being a bitch to you, then you're cool. It's when I'm super nice to you that we might have a problem," which is my sentiment exactlykindof! It's like how you hear tales of little boys throwing rocks at the heads of little girls that they are fond of. If I'm throwing the proverbial rock at your head then I really, really like you! The metaphorical little boy rocks launched at the heads of little girls might be a bit much. Maybe little boys slap little girls on the forearms? I DON'T KNOW WHAT KIDS ARE INTO THESE DAYS, but what I'm definitely trying to say here is that you want me to throw rocks at your head and slap your forearms. Na night, worrrrld.