*~*~*
TT: Cross my heart.
GT: Hope to die.
*spits up rp log*
TT: Hey there.
TG: oh hey
TG: took you long enough
TT: Yeah sorry I was. . .busy.
TG: busy huh
TT: Mmhm.
TG: you said that very suspiciously im curious
TG: busy with what
TG: something weird
TT: Okay stay calm.
TT: I was getting stitches.
TG: um what
TG: why
TT: I might have gotten grazed.
TT: By shrapnel.
TG: when
TT: Today.
TG: oh my
TG: ugh
TT: But hey I was the only one who got hit.
TG: how long are you there
TG: are you ok
TG: where are you now
TT: I'm fine I promise.
TG: where did you get hit anyway
TG: what were you doing
TT: I'm in my bunk. Hit in the shoulder.
TG: which one
TT: Right shoulder. We were ambushing a what we thought was a terrorist bunker.
TG: was it?
TT: It was abandoned. But there was that one bomb.
TG: (concerned dave question machine gun 101))
TG: is it permanent are you gonna be like iron man nowTG: iron man 2.0
TT: Baby, I got grazed it's okay. It just sort of sliced my skin.
TG: yeah i
TG: i know ok
TG: i guess im worried
TG: it happens sometimes i know you hate that
TG: someones got to you know?
TT: Yeah I know, it's okay. I just hate making you feel all worked up like that.
TG: well its gonna happen anyway
TG: so youre sure youre ok
TT: Absolutely.
TT: But hey you should see the other guy.
TG: what other guy
TT: It's like he exploded or something.
TG: oh my god
TG: thats awful
TT: I'm talking about the bomb.
TT: The bomb is the other guy.
TG: oh
TG: oh ok
TG: heh
TT: You're so fucking cute.
TT: Anyway I have a surprise.
TG: no im so fucking worried
TG: really?
TT: Mmhm. It should help with that worried problem.
TT: Guess who's getting up at four AM on the fifth?
TG: um
TG: is it me
TT: Yep.
TG: and why am i doing this
TT: To go to the airport.
TG: oh really
TT: Yep.
TT: And pick me up.
TG: real talk?
TT: Yessir.
TG: whens your flight getting in
TT: Four Am.
TT: Four days from now.
TG: oh
TG: ok
TG: so much more than ok
TG: so ok you dont even know
TT: Oh trust me.
TT: I know.
TG: i think im really happy
TG: and its raining in my eyes apparently
TT: Aw, honey.
TG: im lame sorry
TT: No you're precious.
TT: I can't wait to kiss em away.
TG: thank god though
TG: i could be not being able to see you
TG: like ever
TG: how long is the visit
TT: It's not a visit.
TT: My tour is over I'm done.
TG: really?
TT: Yeah. You're stuck with me.
TG: oh dont even
TG: ok first matter of business
TG: we are sleeping in when we get home
TG: no more of this 4 am
TG: whatever you call it
TT: Hahaha. I can live with that.
TG: unless we somehow spawn a kid im not getting up that early again
TG: what are you doing till then?
TG: four days
TG: its too long ok
TT: Packing, paperwork, release shit.
TG: sigh
TT: Thinking about my perfect Internet boyfriend.
TG: paperwork
TG: yeah but youre perfect in real reality life
TT: How would you know that we'e never met in real life.
TG: i just do
TG: youve got the vibe
TT: Well you are my good vibes.
TT: And I finally get to kiss you. I can't even stand it.
TG: aww
TG: dork
TG: i hope youre not disappointed then
TT: I won't be.
TG: ok good
TG: hey
TT: Yeah?
TG: you know life
TG: and how people meet each other and stay like that
TG: im talking science here
TG: chemistry and all that
TT: I think I follow, yes.
TG: do you think thatll happen
TT: What do you mean?
TG: i mean were gonna stay like this right
TG: for forever and a half or so
TT: Absolutely.
TT: I know what a relationship that won't last feels like and this isn't it.
TG: yeah
TG: thanks
TG: i was wondering
TG: meh
TG: thank you
TT: Well I love you. And I want it to be forever. So it will be.
TG: you too
TG: aww
TG: sometimes i wonder why me
TG: you know
TT: Because you're perfect and beautiful and funny and smart.
TG: well im nothing you arent
TG: do you think youd ever marry someone
TT: No you're perfect and beautiful and smart and funny and everything.
TT: And yes I plan on it.
TG: just
TG: like an abstract 'plan on it'
TT: Well you are the person I plan on marrying. Obviously.
TT: I just don't know when.
TT: Definitely not now.
TG: yeah
TT: Maybe in a couple of years?
TT: Or longer than that?
TT: I don't know. Just when it feels right.
TG: mhm
TG: i guess so
TT: . . .Did you not want to?
TG: no not at all of course i do
TG: i asked right
TG: i was just wondering
TT: Okay, I had to make sure.
TG: mhm i just got a little excited i guess
TT: God I can't wait to see you.
TT: After two years a week should feel like nothing, but I know.
TT: I can't even sit still.
TG: what is sitting
TT: Isn't that something that you have to do at your fancy pants college tomorrow?
TG: urgh yes
TT: Shouldn't you be sleeping?
TG: i dont want to
TT: Mmhm. Too bad.
TG: i do have to brag to everyone tomorrow
TG: but i can go off six hours no problem
TG: five should be ok
TT: Baby.
TT: Sleep.
TG: i cant
TG: you need to too
TG: paperwork
TT: Pft.
TG: i am pouting so loudly right now
TG: you dont even know
TG: i cant sleep anyway
TT: But you can.
TG: what do i even look for
TT: What do you mean?
TG: youre all wearing the same thing pretty much
TG: and the same bag thingy
TT: Ohmygod.
TT: Bag thingy.
TT: I'm the one with hair.
TG: huh?
TT: You've seen the hair.
TT: And dumb looking shades.
TG: well yeah
TG: but in a group im not good at that
TG: crowds
TG: no
TT: How bout you hold up a little sign and I find you?
TG: ok i guess so
TG: what will it say
TT: You could try my name.
TG: how original
TG: um
TG: im thinking
TG: what if like
TG: we did one of those gross mushy high school couple things
TT: Like...?
TG: idk
TG: i havent seen them in a while
TG: a lost dirk sign?
TG: but you werent lost
TG: aha
TG: a lost me sign
TT: Aw.
TG: and be like 'if found return to'
TT: That would be perfect.
TG: ok so
TG: if found return to...
TG: your name or
TT: Probably.
TT: Blond Marine.
TT: Dirk Smith.
TT: Either.
TG: dirk smith
TG: blond marine
TG: your superhero name
TG: so besically your name but whatever
TT: The gayest superhero.
TG: the best one
TT: Hella.
TG: holla
TT: Oh wait, go to bed.
TG: dang you remembered
TT: Yeah, now sleep.
TG: what about a virtual kiss first
TG: hm?
TT: Okay.
TT: *mwah*
TG: thank you
TG: so you are ok right
TT: I'm perfect.
TT: I love you.
TG: yeah
TG: you are
TG: love you too
TG: i guess ill just
TG: try and sleep
TG: you too
TT: Good boy.
TG: you sleep
TT: It's like four.
TT: But sure.
TG: you sleep anyway
TG: mhm
TT: Yeah I'll take a nap.
TG: <3
TT: <3
I am best Dave i need to stop what is sleep...
Really good story:
And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order?"
"A peace officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark, scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle his uniform."
"He has to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day.
He has to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black coffee and halfeatenmeals. And he has to have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands ... no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "it's the three pairs of eyes an officer has to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before he asks, "May I see what's in there, sir?" (When he already knows and wishes he'd taken that accounting job.) "Another pair here in the side of his head for his partners' safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, 'You'll be all right ma'am, when he knows it isn't so."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."
"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."
The angel circled the model of the peace officer very slowly, "Can it think?" she asked.
"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes; recite Miranda warnings in its sleep; detain, investigate, search, and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to debate the legality of the stop...and still it keeps its sense of humor.
This officer also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with crime scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement isn't sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the peace officer. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"That's not a leak," said the Lord, "it's a tear."
"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.
"It's for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for justice."
"You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," he said.
-Anonymous
Weird Dream
It started with my mom and I driving to, I guess,
's house. Then I saw one of the people who go to my school and her mom, which is weird because I've never seen her mom...but get this, IVY was driving. So that was when I realised it was a dream. So I was like 'okay, Ivy can drive...' OKAY. So then Caitlyn's mystical truck appeared out of nowhere and myself, Grace, 
, and 
clambered in. But then decided I was in her way, so she pushed me and I fell on the gas pedal and suddenly we were at her old school cafeteria. So there were a ton of people in a small room and suddenly PAUL shows up. Modern old Paul. So I wrote him a note asking him to sign my notebook with his right hand so it could be special, and I gave it to him and when I got it back it turned out he was ambidextrous (which I still call equilateral). It said "I bet you weren't expecting that, were you?" And I looked at him weird and wrote him back saying ...something... and he looked at it and then the dream ended and when I woke up I checked my notebook, because it all made perfect sense while I was dreaming it, so yeah.