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M'kay. So, I'm over at Jen's today, and still am for the time being. By the time you read this, I might not be. Anywho~ today was the last day of school before christmas break and gifts were being exchanged and all that stuff. So, you kow that ribbon stuff that people tie onto little gifts? Not the silk stuff, but the plastic-like stuff. Yeah, that; so I got, like, two lengths of that that were long enough to tie around my neck a few times. I like things like that, it's fun.
About twenty minutes ago, I was trying ot find scissors to cut it off because it was bothering my neck. I couldn't find the scissors, so I ask Jen. Here's basically what happened in script format {{some of the stuff is a little fuzzy, I can forget details easily ^^;}}:
Me: "Where are your scissors?"
Jen: "Look in the kitchen on top of the fridge."
.Looks on top of fridge. "Found knives, but no scissors."
"Look in the dinig room, or you could always use a knife!"
"Em...no thanks." Still looking. "Still nothing. Whatever, I'll wait till I get home."
"Here, let me get it for you," Jen gets up and goes to the kitchen. Unbeknownst to me, she grabs a knife.
"Seriously, a knife? Do see the close proximity between the ribbon and my neck?"
"Trust me okay?"
"Fine." I'm standing still and out of the corner of my eye, I see her with the knife, tip down, near my neck. "Dude! Are you trying to kill me?" By this point I've jumped across the room. "No thanks on the knife. I'll, uh, I'll wait 'till I get home." Now I'm sitting on the couch.
"I wasn't going to hurt you! I was only just going to get the ribbon off of your neck! But here--" So now, she tosses something shiny and pointy towards me. I, being a spook, think this is a knife and squeal and try to get away by leaning towards a Christmas tree. x.x Trns out, it was only scissors. Jen laughs at me.
"Next time, use scissors. My neck, shoulder, veins, and arteries were at your mercy! I swear you could've stabbed me!"
"I wouldn't have killed you!"
Then the phone rang and our conversation was cut short...
I still love that chick even if she does stab me- well, no. I f she stabbed me on purpose, there'd be issues.....Yeah.
That was my life-threatening adventure for the day. ^.~
xoxo
 Tandem Heartbeat · Tue Dec 23, 2008 @ 09:58pm · 0 Comments |
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