How We Pack It.

I work every day this week except Friday.  But on Friday I'm going to Lagoon in the morning and then having a party that night, so I have to get everything packed tonight.  Chandler is the world's biggest packing distraction.

When we first started he searched my room for food and then insisted upon midnight snacks.  Seriously? The jar of peanut butter and 6 pack of diet Dr. Pepper wasn't enough for him?! So we got snacks.  I quietly ate my half sandwich while he made a monster double turkey/cheese sandwich.  So gross. THEN HE LEFT THE CRUST IN MY ROOM!!

See. The crust.

As we got back to my room, ready to work, the happy little alert on my computer went off.  Eric was on Skype.  And Chandler insisted on talking to him. They're weird.


[8/12/2012 11:48:59 PM] Morgan: oh a werewolf came and ate my prized chicken thjat lays bronze eggs then they hatch into small chickens than i eat those chickens with mayo mustard bread and sharp cheddar cheese
[8/12/2012 11:52:38 PM] Eric : Ah, got it. So you like pretty much every boy she likes?
[8/12/2012 11:53:14 PM] Morgan: pasta roni
[8/12/2012 11:53:33 PM] Morgan: well chandler is pretyy sexy
[8/12/2012 11:53:41 PM] Morgan : oh and chandler is attractive
[8/12/2012 11:53:41 PM] Eric : My goodness boy. What's wrong with you?


Keep in mind "Morgan" is actually Chandler.  Eric was trying to see if he approved of any boys I like.  Weirdos.

Then Chandler complained about my music.  Again.  For some odd reason he has terrible taste in music.  Who would ever pick Linkin Park over Joshua Radin?! I have created the best playlist ever.  If you have a Grooveshark look me up! My email is mo.ttaylor@gmail.com, follow my "Back to School" list and be amazed.  Or, if you're lame, the Snow Patrol station on Pandora is pretty much all I'd ever listen to.  Look it up.

But my favorite was when he was looking at my Skype contacts and looked at me and asked, "Hey, who's Echo?"

Lets just say I got no packing at all done.

And he wore my sunglasses.

xoxo,

Mo