vicarious stroke post
so, i’m not stroked, but bear with.
jcohn texts me while i’m stroking in the car with jv. so it’s LEGIT.
texts in order. verbatim. spelling mistakes, punctuation and all.
(maybe jcohn posts my replies?)
jcohn: oh god you have to post to stroke for me. Mae on stroke is rca dog plus the nineteen sixties plus color and trucks.
jcohn: Also. I want to emomosh and dance in the ctr of the room.
(i texted her how i’m driving out to chicago for my bday…)
jcohn: Don’t druive. Copter over! Copchopcopter.
(jv and i called her wanted to have strokechat. she didn’t pick up. i texted her to pick up her effing phone.)
jcohn: At a cbncert, duihhhh!!!!! Mae. Band virginbia, but not virgin.
(i texted her that she SHOULD dance in the center of the room)
jcohn: That’s only on the lido deck. Take a note (postit) that the metro balc is not equivalent to the lido deck.)
(i don’t remember what i texted back to her, oh right. that it was really quiet in the car. jv musta thought the same and turned up the music.)
jcohn: Its loud here and I’m sooooo paranoid abt being stroked at work. Ftb?
(dunno what i texted back)
jcohn: I started to ache. Wondering how long it would take? New!
(texted back: New? Mae??)
jcohn: Its not tom higgenson, I care not. By my heel I care not!!!!!!!
(jv and i laugh at jcohn’s sentence. cuz that’s awesome. texted her back: who are you? effing shakespeare?)
fin.
