michaela and i tell each other stories
- minus 3 cavities btw. and my story will probably suck when i read it when im not drugged.
- Me: make me up a story right on the spot now
- Michaela: once i kicked open my front door and yelled "____________". there were gasps from every corner and also the middle, there were mice eggs in the corner. i wondered why they were there at the same time as i took long strides to the refrigerator to "brag" a "beer" and slug slug slug THAT down, and went out to the balcony and looked down and realize i can see partially the outside sliver of "patio" thats directly beneath my feet. a bunch of little kids were playing with pogo sticks and one of them hit its head on the top of the roof of the house that covered the patio while he pogoed. then i opened the glass sliding door and went back inside and the lighting looked orange compared to the outside, and i sat down in a swirly chair and spun around many times. then i got dizzy and almost dropped the beer in my hands, only instead of falling out a bunch of drops splashed onto my jeans right above my knee and i watched them get sort of absorbed by the denim. then after that was done with my night was over the end
- Me: i Like d that story
- Michaela: good i wrote it all for you
- Me: was it real life want me to write yo ua sotry
- Michaela: basically if i had to title it i'd title it story for tim
- Michaela: not real life, inspired by real events
- Michaela: and uh yes
- Me: okay thisll all be improv
- Michaela: ok
- Me: titled "ode to michaela while timothy is on 12 hour drugs"
- Michaela: whee
- Me: Once upon a time there was an owl. he didnt like being an owl and it embarrassed him and he thought that it was stupid. he felt so stupid that he tore off all of his owl feathers and wore them as eyelashes. all the other owls laughed at his feather eyelashes and he said "fuck you" and they all said "fuck you" back. when the other owls said fuck you back, it made the eyelashes owl feel even more stupid because when he first said fuck you he felt tough but not anymore. he went home and looked in the mirror and said 'son of a bitch' and it made him laugh and he rolled on the ground and laughed. while he was rolling he fell asleep and had a dream that all of the other owls had feather eyelashes too and they were rolling on the ground with him and laughing and saying son of a botch. the next day a girl owl came over and she didnt say anything about his eyelashes. she slept over and when she was asleep the eyelashes owl tore off her feathers and put them on her eyelashes. when she woke up she was mad and went away forever. it was cold outside and since he didnt have any feathers he wanted the other owls to give him owl hugs but none of them did and none of them liked him. the owl went home and went to sleep for the rest of his life.
- Me: that was based on 0 things and a.j. azbari
- Me: i should have mentioned the owls name is a.j. azbari
- Michaela: that is the best story i've ever heard
- Me: nuh uh youre just saying that
- Michaela: hey im like george washington i cannot tell a lie
- Me: hey i like like george washington i cannot tell a lie
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