OHMYGOSH totally forgot to tell a hilarious story:
i went home for a few days last week...and while i was just settling into disc 1 of my book on CD-ROM for the trip, the car in front of me swerved suddenly. i didn't react quickly enough to swerve and i ran over a box. it was filled with something because i watched it explode in my rear-view mirror.
i quickly called JJ illegally on my cell phone whilst driving with a dog on my lap and a passion tea in my hand. i said "OMG I JUST RAN OVER A BOX AND IT EXPLODED WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!?! OMG!!!" and JJ was like "YOU NEED TO BE MORE CAREFUL." and i cursed myself for calling him because he fails miserably in any situation which requires him to say the right thing. i.e. when i asked him how i looked in the dress i picked out for Rah's rehearsal dinner. i said, "JJ, does this look bad because it's tight? my stomach feels big. like, see how it comes to a point right there??" and he said, "oh yeah, that IS weird how it's pointy-like." SHUTUPIHATEYOU.
so after he scolded me for being careless on the road i gasped, "OHMYGODDDDDD JJ WHAT IF IT WAS A BOX FILLED WITH KITTENS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" and he said, "oh wow, L, i didn't think of that, i really hope it wasn't." so i said, "OH SHUT UP and please learn how to say one thing right-- it WAS NOT a god damn box of kittens, i was being dramatic." and he said, "oh. ok."
Dear Lord, i am truly sorry if i ran over a box of kittens.
Dear JJ, you. suck.