Crazy cabbageish tranvestite sanity. March 23, 2008

Nikki!: if I am still plague-y, I wont be at rehearsal

me: I will!

poor you. get well.

Nikki!: I just d ont want to give you guys anything

me: True.

We could make you a bubble.

Nikki!: yeah . . .historically I think that may be an epic fail

me: poor bubble.

Nikki!: heh

I think I’ll be better by Tuesday

me: i hope so.

Nikki!: yup. alyssa’s pretty sick, much sicker than I am

hopefully she will be fit for company soon

me: Poor kid!

Nikki!: yeah it’s apparently going around

hence the exhortation to eat a pound of oranges a day or whatever

me: i like oranges.

My immune system is healthy as a bear.

My brain is kinda like an old cabbage, but it’s not contagious.

Nikki!: OHMYGOD

you are ridiculous

your brain is NOT like an old cabbage

me: is too!

Nikki!: I highly doubt that a cabbage could memorize shakespeare

me: Well, it’s a cabbage with a deep love for dead poets.

Nikki!: I am actually speechless

50 lashes with a wet noodle

me: Noodles and cabbages don’t taste good together, i think.

Nikki!: well unless you plan on becoming a zombie and eating your own brain (?), apparently that wont be a problem

but I still maintain your brain is NOT a cabbage

me: A suicidal zombie eats his own brain.

and no, i’m not a zombie.

And if I was, I wouldn’t eat my brain. Cabbage is rarely good.

Nikki!: You are ridiculous.

me: You didn’t know this?

Nikki!: it’ sjust highlighted right now

me: Ah, yes. Well it does that from time to time.

Nikki!: :p

me: It’s the cabbage. Sometimes it just smells worse than others.

Nikki!: Rachel.

you are not . . .an irish . . .stewmaking fish wife or something

you have no resemblence to cabbage

me: I’m not my best friend’s mother, no.

Although, she somehow knows how to make cabbage taste good.

although, she also calls sausages ‘bangers’.

Nikki!: well you can make it edible

like, coleslaw

me: she may be a bit odd in the head.

Nikki!: nah, sausages are bangers in britain

me: I wonder what my brain would be like as coleslaw.

Nikki!: tasty?

a southern delicacy?

me: Perhaps. Is tasty equivalent to sane?

Nikki!: sure.

not that you are insane, since I’m fairly sure you know right from wrong

me: I’m sane, but my sane rather enjoys dressing up as insane from time to time.

Nikki!: you are quite hard on yourself you know

It takes one to know one; I’ve got the same tendency.

me: Yay us!

So, if my sanity dresses up as insanity from time to time… then it’s like a cross dressing sanity, right?

Nikki!: um, sure?

me: I suppose that makes it pretty awesome.

So long as it’s not a crazy transvestite. That hides in caves.

Nikki!: all right, Eddie.

:p

me: hehe