December 2009
My father, the heat nazi.
Dad: Is it cold in here?
Shelby: Meh, kind of.
Erin: YES! It's cold in here!!
Dad: Yeah well, it's supposed to be 65 in New Orleans tomorrow
Erin: Yeah, well, it'll be 72 in my house.
Rhonda: Brittany Murphy died! No more rollin' with the homies.
Erin: What?? How??
Rhonda: Cardiac arrest is what they are saying now.
Erin: Oh man. I guess she never will tell...
Rhonda: Hahahahaha. Too soon?
Erin: No, I don't think so. She wasn't ever a favorite actress of mine.
Rhonda: Yeah, but she was in some good movies like Girl Interrupted and Sin City.
Erin: Don't forget that awesome Eminem movie.
Rhonda: I never saw it.
Erin: Yeah me either.
Erin: I wish I could help more.
Jen: You do, just by listening to me bitch.
Erin: That's what my ears are for. Or in this case my eyes.
Jen: HA.
Erin: You remember how I told you I thought Mary was gay?
Rhonda: Yes...
Erin: Well she started dating girls now and all I have to say is IN YOUR FACE.
Rhonda: ...
Erin: Not okay to boast about that?
Rhonda: No, I was just wondering if we had money on that.
Erin: No, I don't think. If we did I won't hold you to it.
Rhonda: Oh, okay.
Erin: I think she wants in my pants, too.
Rhonda: Nice.
I move You move away
I hold on You push me off
I beg You turn deaf ear
I let go You pull back
It’s a light pull, but I can feel it. Did you think I’d never get over you? Did you think I’d never get comfortable with it?
I heard that twinge of jealousy in your voice.
What is it you were waiting for? Me to put on my ‘big girl pants’? Me to walk away? Me to...