21.2 What makes you happy/laugh?

[cloned]

I'm happy that Bart's moved in with me. I missed him. And he wasn't taking care of himself. I don't care how grown up he is now, I'm glad he's somewhere where I can keep an eye on him. I mean, sure he can take care of himself, but how do I know that he will? He was living in a motel when I found him! A frigging motel! And I still can't shake the feeling that if I leave him alone for a minute, or blink or anything, he'll run away. He's gotta stop worrying that we like him. When is he gonna realize that we all love him and we want him around and I wouldn't have invited him to freaking live with me if I didn't!

Still, it's pretty cool sharing a house with your best friend. Maybe we can convince Tim to move in with us too. That would be sweet.

Steph makes me laugh. How did I not hang out with her back before I died? She's so much fun! I mean, she's kinda like Tim, only hotter. And not nearly as weird. And less likely to become an evil scientist. (No offense, Tim.)

Man, I cannot see how Tim let her go. I mean, I love Cissie. She's one of my best friends, and she and Tim are apparently doing absolutely great.

But man, Steph.

Comments

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Doesn't stop it from being funny.

Look up again.

[sofasterthanyou.livejournal.com]

Aargh! You suck!

You know this doesn't mean I'm going to clean your room, right?

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Well, then you can't blame me when stuff gets chucked at you.

Other stuff you can blame me for.

[sofasterthanyou.livejournal.com]

Yes I can! Don't you know how this works? You clean your room, I clean mine! It's a pretty simple equation, Kon.

I plan on it.

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but who does it bug more that my room isn't clean, me or you?

Hehe, how's the floor?

[sofasterthanyou.livejournal.com]

I hate you I hate you I hate youI hateyou IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou...

*pouts*

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

You love me. Admit it.

*smirk* Your pouts can't affect me from here.

[sofasterthanyou.livejournal.com]

*sniffle*

I'm not talking to you.

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Yeeeah, let's see how long you stick to that.

[sofasterthanyou.livejournal.com]

*ignores*

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Don't make me stuff Ramen down your pants again.

[mrsarcastic003]

This is why I choose not to live with you two.

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Hey, it was only the one time!

[mrsarcastic003]

The fact that it happened at all does not engender confidence.

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

There was a very good explanation for it, I swear.

[mrsarcastic003]

There isn't an explanation that's good enough to explain ramen in someone's pants. There just isn't.

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

He started it!

[mrsarcastic003]

And again--this is why I'm never moving in with you.

[sofasterthanyou.livejournal.com]

Stop looking over my shoulder! *glares* Don't you have something else to do?

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Nope.

So...you and Beetle, huh? He's cute in a buggy way.

[sofasterthanyou.livejournal.com]

I knew I should have moved in with Tim. Even if it meant avoiding Bruce all the time.

Agh. You are so childish sometimes. I can't make new friends?

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

New hot, Mexican friends? Sure, be my guest. Does he have a sister?

Now, come on. Tim would never have stuffed Ramen noodles down your pants.

[sofasterthanyou.livejournal.com]

Shut up! Jeez! Just because you can't get your head out of the gutter doesn't mean that everything I do has to be colored by sexual innuendo.

Yes. That's kind of the point.

Also, Jaime's sister is eight. So no, you can't "be friends" with her.

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

You'd be bored with Tim. Five minutes in with him you'd wonder why you ever left me. He'd just brood all day.

It totally does.

How about a friend? A hot, single MILF?

[sofasterthanyou.livejournal.com]

At least he wouldn't stuff soggy noodles down my pants.

I still haven't forgiven you for that. Just thought you should know.

No! God. Kon. Please. Go find someone else to bother. I have to find some clothes that fit me.