we like aim conversations. and "corrupting little high-school boys", as, according to some sources, I find great amusement in doing. *g* (tho I still contend they were corrupt to begin with...)

me: anyway, why're you so embarrased?? *laughs* it's not like I necc. think it's 100% true, and not like I think it's necc. a bad thing anyway..
him: O_O
him: perv
me: *laughs*
me: oh you call me that anyway, shush *g*
him: but this time ihave some thing to base it on
me: ehm.. only vaguely
him: bah u know its true
me: mmmm..idk. a lot of things randomly go thru my mind, but half are unbidden, and I act on, what, maybe 8% of anything I think of anyway
him: yeah casue if u acted on 15% of it i'd be tied up in ur room still with no pants on
me: *laughs*
me: wellllll...
him: yes i am right
me: I think that'd be a little higher'n 15%, but... *g*
him: so if u acted on 100% of it i'd be screwed literally
me: yep
him: abotu 100times over
me: but I'm not about to act on it 100%
me: *laughs* uhm..not quite, but..
him: deart god i was kjokingO_O
me: *laughs*
him: sicko
me: oh but it's fun to freak you out ^_^

and a bit later...

him: fine i'm puttign on likee 3 sweat shirts
me*laughs*
him: so nayah
me: but that's the nice thing about this being just over aim..I can keep the other image and push that one aside ^_^
him: oh fuck
me: ^________^
him: stop malesting me in ur mind
me: *laughs*
me: hey, *you* put the image in there yourself, so...
him: keep the mango out of this [note to megs: yes that means what you think it means...shortly after the Mackie-mango incident, I was just saying that sometimes things got a little, ehm, interesting, and he pestered me 'til I gave him an example..that was the first that came to mind...ehm...yeah. *blushes and dies*]
me: oooooooo good idea *G*
him: :::slams head into desk:::
me: oh, don't do that, you'll hurt yourself *giggles*
him: noi shit
him: really??
me: 9_9
me: anyway, you must be enjoying the fact that you know these images are running around in my head, otherwise you wouldn't keep giving them *g*
him: never mind
me: ^_^
him: ( Y )
me: and you think this is going to help your case? *g*
him: blow me
him: i mean
him: gahhh h
me: *bursts out laughing*
him: :::punds head in to comp desk::::
me: *giggling* I think I win

*giggles merrily* wheeeeeee. ^_^


p.s. no, I don't date boys who can spell. must be a thing, Britty has her Johns, I have the boys who can't spell... (note: Blake can't spell either, so he falls into this as well. *laughs*)
p.p.s. I'm only teasing - the population in general can't spell, and I make some moronic mistakes myself...and I'm nowhere near verbally-normal (or really any *sort* of normal), 800s on the verbal part of the SAT aren't normal, therefore... ... ...it's apparently *me* who's the freak for being able to spell.
That..works out oddly.
...
never the fuck mind, I need to pack and then sleep. *laughs* g'night all.