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I Always Take My Shirt Off for Cody

So, today is photoshoot day! We started the morning with a full on board meetings, including a piece of poster paper on an easel with the title "What are we?" In this meeting we decided (Cody decided) that a lot of the day would require me to be half naked and covered in paint. I went a long seeing as how Im so whory, especially for latex paint. Also, the biggest thing on the board was 'Be pretentious' which we totally already rocked at.

At some point CJ walked in also half naked, wearing his authentic native american rain dancing or whatever gear. We shouted something racist, threw a cob of corn down the hall and scared him off. Also, side note, CJ just burned something in his apartment and the whole fire department had to come. HA!

So, here I am, perched in an awkward crouched, backward position on top of a chair while Cody projects various images over me, all the time screaming and telling me to wave my arms. And then he shouts, 'take the shirt off!'...I feel so used.

We are weird friends.

Temporary Hold on Cig Saga

Suffice to say, we failed. Getting dumped by my quasi-boyfriend seemed like a good enough reason to start back up, while Cody thought me getting dumped by my quasi-boyfriend also seemed like a good reason for him to start, too. Co-dependency. We wrote the book. Who am I kidding, we're lazy. We wrote the pamphlet.

Cig Saga

Welp, in an underwhelming show of our lack of commitment (see our lack of blogging as well) Cody has thrown in the towel on the quitting. So, it's my job to berate him, and throw his cigarettes down the toilet, or show him a diagram of his lungs turning black and that somehow correlating with the arms race and Al-Qaeda. I don't think I can do it though, since all I want to do is throw him on the ground and suck the nicotine from underneath his fingernails. (Or, ask to bum a smoke. I tend to be melodramatic)

But quitting smoking aside, I myself have had a good couple of days. We watched scream 4 and laughed our asses off down at Jen and Bates, there was a little bar-ing, and a little pool playing. I've been running and eating potato chips to try and not smoke.

Maybe we'll treat you to drunk post later, since I just bought the fixins for vodka and tonics, and CJ is jonesing for some gin. Funemployment, you magnificent bitch.

The Cig Saga

Meg-Cody, what are you doing?!?
Cody- Checking to see if CJ's cigarette is allright

One teeny, tiny little poofy isn't too bad. I'll allow it.

Conversations Between Adults

Meg-Oh, that girl is the most lesbian.
C.J-How can you tell?
Meg and Cody (Simultaneously)-Only lesbians part their hair down the middle.

What Might End in a Blood Bath...

Sorry about all of this aggressive non-blogging, but we don't like anyone but ourselves so suck a bag of D's and be thankful we give you anything. Sorry for the tone, folks, but Cody and I have decided to quit smoking. At the same time. While sitting in a room together all day. With our adjoining apartments. What I'm trying to say, is that if anyone comes strolling on up to the second floor for a visit, they might find one of us repeatedly plunging a butter knife into the other's neck, and sobbing uncontrollably.

Or we might just go buy a pack of cigs. Eh, either way.

It's convenient to try and quit on lent, now I can imagine Jesus giving me the "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed"speech when my will power gets low. Cody can't imagine that, Jesus has been saying that in his head since he first started wanting to touch boners.

More blogging to come, pinky swear!