The entirety of our conversation

Cheetahs, write what I say.
They have spots.
They run "real" fast.
They're printed all over my tops.
Chasing them is such a blast.
Cheetahs all day say 'Hay'
That's it. NO!
-Brittany


Today little ten-year-olds texted eachother.
I also saw Seaweed, so I sang, "The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. I could say it ain't so, but darlin', what's the use? The darker the chocolate, the richer the taste. That's where it's at. Now run and tell that."

Let the cat out, please. Or I'll die.
Be careful what you wish for, because you might just get a kitty.
Or a dog!

CAN YOU PLEASE LET THE CAT OUT?
Thanks. Did I ever tell you about how I killed a mealworm with lemon juice? Did you really? You already knew that, sugarlips. Well, well, well. Today I saw a squirrel, and I said, "Lookit that FAT squirrel." It really wasn't large, but that is from a book,I think it's from Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry. So I always say it when I see a squirrel, corpulent or not.

"I am trite and as gay as a daisy in May, a cliche coming true. I am bromidic and bright as a moon-happy night pouring light on the dew."

She contributed about 10 words to this whole thing, sugarlips included. That makes 22. Huh?
You should have just seen us trying to retrieve our Myspace pages. Never again.
Maharishi and Rafiki and Rasputin.
The Beatles, Simba, and Anastasia are my associations with those names.
Brittany's associations are marshmellow, lioness, and mouses with big noses. Nosies.

Seriously, we got to GO be studious and look through thick books about colegios. Peace out lava lamp. Stop being abrupt, that's all you ever do when you say your good-byes. It pisses me the hell off. I'm not changing "hell" to "duck", you BIT- lol at that. I tried to type the CH but some virus scans stopped me, which could be a metaphor for my conscience. I don't think I can pronounce conscience. I say it like "CON-SCIENCE", how it is spelled. I know it's not 'constance' Constantine.

You're keeping me from my studies.