“I heart you for 2-1-5, 3JP, Malibu Bay Breezes, Dawson’s Creek and Degrassi, careening through Brooklyn in the car making up new words to “How’s It Gonna Be” and laughing our asses off, and for nicknames, and Gin Blossoms, and Angela Chase, and ballet, and deep lunchtime conversations, and for misanthropic heroism, mallets, planes, suggestion boxes, and Coney Island and for analysis, and our band names, wanting to punch people, raccoons, and revalations, and being awesome, and for sharing a brain, and for torrid love affairs, alligator farms, and subway boyfriends, and for making fun of everything, Cinco de Mayo, and idiot-lion-cub-boy, and for not getting over ourselves and being the two coolest people on the planet.”
Jill-IAN: yeah, I know, I watched it [the dawson’s creek season 1 finale] at 7 and then again at 10
Me: haha
Jill-IAN: yeah, clearly I have an obsession. We need to act out a Dawson’s Creek episode before you leave me and I plunge to my death
Me: okay, is simba here today?
Jill-IAN: yeah, idiot boy is here
Me: beause I need an audience if I’m going to be Joey Potter, which I regret is not as good as my angela chase
Jill-IAN: naturally
Me: but I want to be Joey Potter!
Jill-IAN: nooman, u are joey Potter, and drew is dawson
Me: which explains why I’m barely attracted to him; I want a Pacey
Jill-IAN: omg, you need help
Me: omg, I like, totally know
On Dawson’s Creek, Pacey to joey “You know, you fall in love and it doesn’t work out, and you think it’ll never happen again…but it does…believe me it does….
Jill-IAN: Shoot me.
Jill-IAN: noomsy, what r u doing
Me: trying not to kill myself
Jill-IAN: how would you do that?
Me: with my trusty letter opener
“I’m on my knees/pretty pretty please, KILL ME”
Jill-IAN: that’s my favorite song
Me: a true musical accomplishment
I want to kill myself and blame it on rosters
Jill-IAN: I want to kill myself and blame it on Louisiana
Me: Or we could just, you know, stay alive because we can piss off more people when we’re alive. We
can’t take over the work if we’re dead
Jill-IAN: yeah
Me: I hereby declare Summer 2006 the summer of staying alive out of spite!
Jill-IAN: yay!
Me: I have the theme some from Degrassi in my head
Jill-IAN: whatever it takes! I know I can make it through!
Me: my task today consists of cutting and pasting stuff from one excel document to the other
and being a bad receptionist
Jill-IAN: yeah u are!
Me: whatever, everyone will miss me when I leave
Jill-IAN: sheah!
Me: and he lives in Astoria too, so we were taking the same train and of course I made out with him. what is it with me and the N-Train
Jill-IAN: lol, N is for Neumsy!
Me: was it wrong to say straight out “you’re not going home with me?” i mean, i’m blunt like that
Jill-IAN: no not at all
Jill-IAN: I’m calling him simba and then mufasa
Me: drew is so not mufasa
mufasa was the father-lion who was all large and fierce and wise
Jill-IAN: no, he’s the monkey
Me: than what was the father’s name?
Jill-IAN: I forget
Jill-IAN: he’s ed, the idiot coyote
Me: I think I’m just going to keep calling him simba.
Jill-IAN: I’m gonna email him a picture of simba
(An Email, from Jill-IAN)
This one time i was in old navy, and i was unfolding the clothes and messing them up…and i like paused and said out loud to my friend and actually myself..’if i saw me messing up these clothes i would come over and say something to me’. My friend was dying of laughter she couldn’t breathe. It’s one of her favorite memories.
I HAVE SO MUCH FUN IN TARGET, PLUS I LIKE TAKE THINGS AND PUT THEM ALL OVER THE STORE IN DIFFERENT DEPARTMENTS AND THROW SHOES ON THE FLOOR, AND PLAY WITH TOYS.
Random Musings
Jill-IAN: noomi, i want a machete
Me: maybe you can buy one at home depot
Jill-IAN: thats our mission
Jill-IAN: Do you know what phrase I don’t get “have your cake & eat it too.” What ELSE would you do with cake? Of course you would eat it!
Jill-IAN: I’m gonna be nice to Kristina all day today cuz if I can do that, I can do anything
Me: I am explaining to Ryan how you are my soulmate, especially because of the Boston
Thing
Jill-IAN: I hate boston.
Me: It is the worst place. Williamsburg is in second place. Although Brent is fond of saying “If there was state of Rachel they’d call it the worst state, to rhyme with Delaware which is the first state.” We live in a state of misanthropic heroism.
Jill-IAN: nooman don’t leave me!
Jill-IAN: you’re leaving me here with lion cub idiot boy
Jill-IAN: if drama were an Olympic sport, you’d win a gold Medal
Jill-IAN: if u don’t already know it, which I’m sure u do, and i don’t want to keep saying it and getting u upset…but I’m gonna miss you terribly.
Me: You know, sometimes i just sitting here, innocently imputing data, staring off into space, or whatever, and it occurs to me “wow. jill and i are the best. We rule so much.” and then I continue to go about my business, because it’s just like, another daily fact
Jill-IAN: nooman that’s awesome. We do fuckin rule. I love us. I fuckin love us!
Jill-IAN: Nooman, we are never going out again
Me: Yes! I agree!
Jill-IAN: Ha, Drew is never going out again.
Jill-IAN: you’re getting popular
Me: I am not!
Jill-IAN: It’s okay, I’m low key popular.
Me: Oh I like that. I’m low key popular too.
Jill-IAN: If you get popular in Chicago it would make the opening the prostitution service easier. Because you would know a lot of people.
Me: Oh right. I’d be rich. And then I could buy you a boat.
Jill-IAN: That would rule
Me: And you could come to Chicago and we would cruise around Lake Michigan!
Jill-IAN: I need to be your chaperone on Thursday and make sure you don’t do anything stupid
Me: You need to be my chaperone in life and make sure I don’t do anything stupid.
You only live once nooman. We are young, so we should have fun and stop worrying about everything…and especially everyone.
Move forward Rachel, not backwards.
–sounds simple, but it’s brilliant to hear when you’re entrenched in drama with your ex-boyfriend.
I’m the best and I truly heart myself
-Jill-IAN
Jill-IAN: OMG, do you wanna go heckle david blaine in that thing he’s got himself in? we’d piss him off!
Me: I am all for heckling david blaine. What stupid thing is he doing now?
Jill-IAN: He’s in a big bubble, and then he’s going to stay underwater for like, 9 minutes
Me: He’s so stupid.
Jill-IAN: We’ll go tomorrow during lunch. DREW IS NOT INVITED.
Me: We need to collect rocks!
Jill-IAN: Um, that’d probably get us arrested
Me: We wouldn’t have to go back to work. OMG, on Cinco de Mayo, we should call Drew and be like “Um, we got arrested, you have to come bail us out.”
Jill-IAN: He’d be so scared. He’d have to call him mom.
Me: I think my mom would kill me if I got arrested. Actually, maybe not, if it were for something like drinking and driving she would, but maybe if it was for disorderly conduct it wouldn’t be that bad
Jill-IAN: My mom would kick my ass.
Me: Our mothers would get along, because they could discuss how we are too anti-social and negative.
Jill-IAN: Yes. They’re mothers of the year.
