Instant Messenger conversation with my Roommate
- gunmetaldebbie: Hey Nate!
winneroftheSAT: um… what you looking 4?
winneroftheSAT: got xpics for trade?
gunmetaldebbie: It’s me, retard.
gunmetaldebbie: Your roommate.
winneroftheSAT: Oh, right right! Debbie…I'll add you to my buddy list.
gunmetaldebbie: How have you been?
*3 minutes go by*
gunmetaldebbie: Are you busy?
*2 minutes go by*
gunmetaldebbie: Are you wondering how I’m doing here in Yonkers?
*10 minutes go by*
winneroftheSAT: how ru?
gunmetaldebbie: I’m all right! jeez. I've been working, catching up with some old girl friends.
winneroftheSAT: NICE! Are they hot???
gunmetaldebbie: I wouldn’t know, they all wear burqas too.
winneroftheSAT: They throwin’ it in you?
winneroftheSAT: that’s lame. do you and your friends go out in public together? I can’t imagine going to the mall or brunch with a gaggle of women wearing duvet covers. you girls must look like a big council of weirdos.
gunmetaldebbie: excuse me?
winneroftheSAT: like a Weirdo Council. weirdos, dorkwads, lame-os.
winneroftheSAT: so what kind of stuff are you working on over there?
winneroftheSAT: for your “TV Station”
gunmetaldebbie: Why’d you put tv station in quotes?
winneroftheSAT: because I’d hardly call it a TV station
winneroftheSAT: it’s more of a miscreant outfit of inflammatory terrorist hacks
winneroftheSAT: nothing to say about that Debbie?
gunmetaldebbie: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
winneroftheSAT: sure you do.
gunmetaldebbie: Were you on my desktop???
winneroftheSAT: I'll ignore that question and cut to the chase. I know what you're hiding.
winneroftheSAT: YOU WORK FOR AL JAZEERA
winneroftheSAT: Don’t even try to deny it!! I know what you’re up to.
gunmetaldebbie: Yes…Al Jazeera! hehe. that’s right. That’s exactly where I work. How did you figure me out Nate?
winneroftheSAT: I’m an extremely intelligent human being. Two words--
winneroftheSAT: It’s okay to be affiliated with Al Jazeera. Your secret is totally safe with me, friend.
gunmetaldebbie: I hope so.
winneroftheSAT: John Ashcroft will never hear about this. I promise.
gunmetaldebbie: Thank you so much. I was worried.
winneroftheSAT: Of course, my confidentiality comes with a price.
gunmetaldebbie: I assumed so. Please name it! Anything!
winneroftheSAT: We go to the Red Lobster in Times Square.
winneroftheSAT: I get one of everything on the menu…
winneroftheSAT: You pay the bill!
winneroftheSAT: Do you want me to keep my gob shut? or what? It’s really quite simple. Pick your poison Debbie!
gunmetaldebbie: Fine. I need to tell you some very important information anyways. Dinner will be a good time to discuss it.
winneroftheSAT: Excellent. I think I’ve already nearly forgotten about this whole Al Jazeera nonsense.
winneroftheSAT: When are you coming back?
gunmetaldebbie: Tommorrow afternoon. I still have a little bit of additional reporting to finish before I come home. :)
winneroftheSAT: Perfect. I’ll make reservations for tomorrow night then. See you there.
gunmetaldebbie: Tell Oasis I miss him. And that he’s the cutest kitty ever.
winneroftheSAT: bastard cat…
gunmetaldebbie: Oh, and Nate.
gunmetaldebbie: Stay the fuck away from my computer.