No work and no play makes Chelsea schizophrenic.

me: IM MUNNA EACHOO

it gets to be twelve and my brain goes "Ding! Lunch time!"

and my stomach goes "Nuh uh. You're fat. Wait until 1 pm"

and my brain goes "Shut up stomach, you're the fat one, I'm all nerves, stop drinking coffee"

(heh pun)

and my stomach goes "Fine, we'll wait until 12 45, how's taht?"

and my brain goes "You know, I don't know why YOU want to wait, I'm the one who's always thinking about how fat YOU are. You're not even able to think! I'm going to make Chelsea go to the fridge RIGHT NOW and get Thomas' Chinese food and eat it all up."

and stomach goes "Gurgle."

Sent at 12:34 PM on Tuesday

Thomas Kennedy: sorry phone rang

me: that's ok

just pacifying a civil war over here