What ensued from an innocent text turned into one crazy thirty minutes that ended with us hoping the FBI and the NSA would send us to the Wall.
Here's that insane conversation, Caution: laughter and eye-rolling my occur. And probably some misspelled and autocorrected typos!
Me: (first text of the morning) Oh, no. I have to write THE scene. revised the one where Jesse tells Scarlett about Wounded Knee, made me vaclemnt.
Alisha: made you what?
Me: Vaclemt? Is that the word. You know choked up?
Me: And now I keel Cooper in hotel explosion
Alisha: It's verklempt. It's Yiddish.
Alisha: Ha
Me: Ahh I knew that.
Alisha: Put on some sad music like accidental babies.
Alisha: That song rips me apart.
Me: What's that?
Alisha: And it's good for the sort of love triangle
Me: Ooh is that the name of the song?
Alisha: Yup
Me: Who's the band?
Alisha: Damien Rice
Alisha: Master of sadness
Alisha: That's my only term
Me: LOL Good. I will get it. Because it's about to get deep in her
Me: Here
Me: That sounded soooo wrong
Alisha: Haha
Alisha: Good luck!
Me: (thinking the conversation is finished - little did I know) I will torture you with this chapter soon
Alisha: I will get the tissues
Me: Oh yes. I hope so....I'm procrastinating by buying iTunes songs
Alisha: That's not procrastination that's prep
Me: I'm looking for songs from Pearl Harbor. Wanted that Faith Hill song. Just realized, even though I don't like her, her songs and voice match Scarlett
Alisha: (probably thinking the conversation should have ended minutes ago) That's cool
Alisha: What song was on that? Can't remember
Me: There you'll be
Alisha: Oh yeah I liked that once upon a time
Me: Haa Haa she had some catchy songs. The others remind me of Sandra Bullock movies - practical magic and hope floats
Alisha: I ADORED practical magic
Alisha: I DETESTED Hope Floats
Me: Me too I like hope floats a little for Harry
(at this point we dive into fan obsession over Harry Connick Jr)
Alisha: I do adore Harry. I used to be a fanatic for him
Me: Oh me too. I saw him and got his autograph at the Ryman
Alisha: Posters, CDs, pins, the works
Alisha: (realizing what I just said) Aaaaaaaaaa
Me: Yes!
Alisha: So jealous
Alisha: At least my seventh grade self is!
Me: I got one of those posters they make at that downtown printing place and he signed it
Alisha: Aaaaaa
Alisha: Stop torturing me
Alisha: You suck
Me: LOL. I saw him in New Orleans too as the King of a Matdi Gras float (oh my flying fingers messed that word up)
Me: Haa Haa
Alisha: You seriously suck
Me: I am now researching sound effects of an explosion. Envy me!!
Alisha: Kapow! Kazaam!
Me: LOL. I need more of the physical
Alisha: I was kidding! Hee Hee
Me: Haa Haa Okay
Alisha: Once again if the FBI ever checks a writers computer...
Alisha: We would be doomed
Me: Right!! I was researching old NYC maps and google popped up and said I was making bizarre searches. I freaked. Like what?
Alisha: What did it say?
Alisha: You are SO on a list
Me: It went to a page I'd never seen and said I was making irregular search or something like I was a bot??
Me: I imagine I am especially after all the angel demon stuff and now explosions and old transit routes in NYC
Alisha: Whoa. That's creepers
Alisha: Yeah you're shady
Me: I know. I have never ever seen that before
Me: LOL Shady is my middle name
Alisha: I don't know you
Me: Right. You and all you Edinburgh grotto look ups 0.o
Me: We are plotting world domination
Alisha: No one cares about the Scots
Me: (continuing with my world domination plot and how the conversation ALWAYS turns to Game of Thrones) With Jon Snow and King Robb
Alisha: (still lamenting the poor Scots) Poor things
Alisha: (realizing I've brought up the boys) Yea!!!!!
Me: (back to the poor Scots) Poor kilted sexy babies
Alisha: We shall prevail
Alisha: Word
Me: (back to not getting taken to jail by the FBI) Because like Jon Snow...we know nothing
Me: (with insane idea) I should post this insane conversation on my blog You know
Alisha: Yes
Alisha: Me too bc I blog like constantly
Alisha: Ummmmm
Alisha: Yeah
Me: It would be funny and exonerate us from the NSA
Alisha: Hahahaha
Me: I need things to blog
Alisha: DO IT
Me: Oh it is so done!!
Alisha: I'm too Purdy for prison
Me: Maybe they'll take us to the Wall
Alisha: Well maybe not
Alisha: (realizing I've slipped in another Jon Snow reference) Aaaa!
And that is how crazy writer talk gets started.
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