Maturity

This is what happened today when I was hanging out with Abi. We had this g-mail chat sitting across from each other on the couch.

Abigail: oh hey

me: hey giiirl

Sent at 1:24 PM on Monday

me: i don't appreciate your sarcasm with me young lady

Abigail: i am older than you

me: maybe in age

not in maturity

BAM

Abigail: um i dont know about that

i shop at christopher a nd banks

me: poser

Abigail: what?

clearly someone of my maturity would not understand that word

me: says the girl with the purple glue stick

so immature

Abigail: you wanna see immature
me: no

Abigail: really?

yeah

i think you do

me: no

i don't

Sent at 1:45 PM on Monday

She then leaped up and smeared purple glue all over my bare leg and attached a piece of paper with the words "Not as good as Abi" written on it. All in one swift movement. I knew I should have worn jeans today and not a skirt.

me: RIDICULOUS

Sent at 1:47 PM on Monday

Warning

I have been persuaded to start up a blog again.

I have absolutely no idea what to write about.

I suppose I will just take the time to warn everyone that may read this. I sound ridiculous in a large majority of the posts I make. In real life, I am always eloquent, witty, and well-spoken.

So here's hoping you enjoy the updates on my life...