last post, I promise
I know this is my third post of the day, and I'm turning into ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
beizy, but Pixie gone crazay:
Lalanav1: I guess it's too much to ask to have the movie times up for 6 days from now, right?
girlboymusic: LOL maybe
Lalanav1: Stupid movie sites.
Lalanav1: What use are they to me if I can't plan my movie going experiences 6 days in advance?
Lalanav1: I mean, come on.
Lalanav1: By the time they have the info up, I will have already had my first three children.
Lalanav1: And I won't be able to go unless I plan for the babysitter.
Lalanav1: And all the babysitters will be taken by the time I figure out when I'll need one.
Lalanav1: *sigh*
Lalanav1: The movie sites are against me and All My Children.
Lalanav1: Maybe if I move to ER they'll let me know the movietimes in advance.
Lalanav1: Because I'll be a doctor.
Lalanav1: And hold their lives in their hands.
Lalanav1: I'll be like, "I'm a doctor, bitch! If you ever come into the ER, I might not be smart enough to save you! UNLESS...you give me the movie times in advance."
girlboymusic: Pixie?
Lalanav1: Yes?
girlboymusic: Are you okay?
Lalanav1: No.
Lalanav1: I'm very bitter.
Ten minutes later, it was contagious:
girlboymusic: And by the way, I would be really excited if you went to ER.
girlboymusic: Then you could introduce me to all the hot doctors.
Lalanav1: LOL.
Lalanav1: Good.
Lalanav1: *shall plan her next move very strategically*
girlboymusic: We're all crazy.
girlboymusic: It's spreading.
Lalanav1: Yeah we are.
girlboymusic: THANKS A LOT.
