Houston, we have a problem...
Daily Hoop Conversation:
(I woke up to this at 4am)
Hoop: *Mumble mumble*
Tink: What are you saying?
Hoop: Did you just ask me what other words you could use to replace "electricity" in a sentence?
Tink: Um... No.
Hoop: Oh. I must have been dreaming. *Mumble mumble*
Tink: I think you're still dreaming hon.
So you know what I was thinking the moment I woke up this morning? What are some words to replace "electricity" in a sentence? Damn it Hoop. If you're curious, here they are:
If you're wondering why I just listed off a whole bunch of pointless vocab, here's the real post:
I hate having serious conversations or arguments through emails or text. I ALWAYS get misinterpreted, especially if who I'm talking to is of the male species. Yes, I said "species." A horse and a zebra can mate. But that doesn't make them the same type of creature. I once emailed a friend of eight years, "Congratulations on getting a raise you lucky bastard!" Suddenly I'm implying that I'm jealous and that he didn't truly deserve the promotion. I remember staring back at his livid reply and thinking, was there some kind of subliminal messaging in there? Like perhaps he read it as:
"Congratulations on getting a raise you lucky bastard!"
The latest miscommunication happened between me and my dearest this morning. We were texting back and forth about something trivial and stupid. He asked a question that I knew the answer to. But I waited for his thoughts on it before divulging, because I was curious. When I explained my reasons for not giving him the answer immediately, he huffed out the two most horrid words ever, "Mind Game." Ok, ok. So maybe "Strict Diet" or "Colon Scrape" are the two most horrid words ever, but you get the friggin point. I was hurt.
I sat there, jaw clenched, and calmly text him back that I wanted "justification to [his] accusation of my character." Yes, I actually referred to it as that too. I'm such a thesaurus slut. He sent back some rambling text that I couldn't possibly understand due to the smoke coming out my ears and the red flush creeping into my eyes. It was then that I realized this... I'm arguing through text. What the hell is wrong with me?! Technology will be the death of my social life, I swear. So I picked up the phone and called him instead. It took all of five minutes for both Hoop and I to realize there had been miscommunications all around. Stupid stupid stupid.
Now I've gone and blown the fuse I was storing up for trash day. The day Hoop usually runs out of the house without tending to the cans. Is it Friday yet? :)