Hey, Lauren! How’s your novel coming along?
Yeah, alright. I wrote almost 400 words three weeks ago.
That’s… that’s not a lot.
It’s not like I haven’t been writing, I’ve just been busy working on other things.
I wrote a pretty kick ass greeting in a birthday card last weekend.
I’ve also been responsible for some rather amusing text messages.
Right. I heard you’re living on your own at the moment, how’s that working out?
There’s a hair-monster living in my shower drain that I’m too much of a princess to remove, so now I play this game I like to call ‘Can I finish showering before the bathroom floods?’ So far I’m winning.
Uh huh. And how many times have you had ice cream for breakfast this week?
Does 'not once' mean 'twice'?
I was looking at some of your older blogs this morning. They’re great. Why aren’t you funny anymore?
Shuddup. You write something better, genius.
Ok, I will.
I look forward to reading it.
I look forward to you reading it.
And I look forward judging you, Judge-y McJudgeface.
That was mature. How old are you?
How old are you?
I don’t know. I don’t exist. You made me up.
You’re a strange lady.
Your mother’s a strange lady.
Good luck with the hair-monster.
Good luck with your FACE.