3. on of the only things i remember was the security guard told me i was too drunk for laser tag.
4. You drunkenly told one of the campus security guards that you liked his headset. In return he introduced himself, lit your cig, and told us that if anyone was giving us shit to call and ask for him... Best campus security ever.
Babe, you cannot send me this kind of question at 3am and expect me to digest it properly. Regardless of how much I ask these questions in my own head as I try to sleep at night, I don't really have a good answer. This is the kind of thing we need to bring to therapy.
i should have known that! we should know things about each other! all the things... like. keeping up with the kardashians levels of tmi! I wanna know the stuff. about you. and i dont and thats whats wrong with us
......................WHAT? HEALTHY? are you sure he didn't say stealthy or ... melthy i mean. i guess. ur like the nicest guy ive ever dated. and the longest ive ever dated anyone? so.
Okay, first of all! Just to make this incredibly clear and get it out of the way up front, none of this was actually Kenzi's fault.
No, wait! Hear me out! This is really just manslaughter at best when you look at all the evidence! Any sane, logical person in their right mind would have just called an ambulance and tried to get help and then plead not guilty. Self defense. Who would ever blame an innocent victim for not wanting to be one of those dead bodies at the beginning of Law and Order: SVU? If Ice T is going to say something witty about her, she damn well want's to be alive to hear it.
You know, technically it's this dude's own fault. Kenzi was just minding her own business, moving from table to table, adding to her rare wallet collection when this perv starts hitting on her. She was just trying to work! Gotta put food on the table. Takeout isn't cheap! But nooooooooo, this sicko had to buy her a drink. He had to put something in that drink. She had to drink that drink to make a totally cool exit and then he had to follow her into the elevator.
This is where the logical, right-minded Kenzi takes a nap. This is the part where claustrophobic, panic attack, drugged Kenzi fumbles for the knife in the pocket of her jacket and heroically tries to fend off her attacker in the mostly-empty parking lot, somehow managing to plunge that knife into his neck hitting juuuust the right spot to turn him into a really tacky blood fountain. Shit. Arteries, huh? Even if they're clogged, they still bleed out like a bitch.
And all that is why Kenzi is sitting on the concrete floor of an underground parking lot in a very short dress, covered in blood, hyperventilating, and calling............. her boyfriend. Not the police. Not HELP! Her... boyfriend. Look, you try thinking clearly in this state!
"Mickey you just have to come get me, okay? This dude is just like-- he's all over the floor and I don't know where I parked and I have all this stuff on me and I'm too cute to go to JAIL!" Most of that makes sense. She got the main parts out. "I don't know what to do! Everything is bloody and spinning and gross and I ripped my fishnets..."
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2a.ooooooooooooo i'm drink
3. on of the only things i remember was the security guard told me i was too drunk for laser tag.
4. You drunkenly told one of the campus security guards that you liked his headset. In return he introduced himself, lit your cig, and told us that if anyone was giving us shit to call and ask for him... Best campus security ever.
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ok good
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ok we're being srs sorry
Babe, you cannot send me this kind of question at 3am and expect me to digest it properly. Regardless of how much I ask these questions in my own head as I try to sleep at night, I don't really have a good answer. This is the kind of thing we need to bring to therapy.
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used 2 b weekly
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wow i do not pay attention to half the stuff you say. maybe thats whats wrong with me
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thats bc i never told u until now
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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baeb
babe
how could you NOt tell me a thing like this
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it was working! whats the problem!
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u sound like my therapist
"communication is important" "u need 2 talk 2 ppl more"
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it was just a part of my life from before
i didnt think it was important
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idk
bothered?
or guilty for not even knowing?!
IDK!
we're fucked up but we should be fucked up together
of course its important you flying ball of dicks!
you're important to me. so obvi.
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dont be guilty i shouldve said something
fuck this is a mess & now there are ~*feelings*~ involved
he likes u
from what ive told at least
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who? the therapist?! HE LIKES ME? you TALK ABOUT ME? omg
what does he say
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of c i talk about you!
he thinks ur a good fit. idk. healthy for me. smth like that.
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......................WHAT? HEALTHY? are you sure he didn't say stealthy or ... melthy
i mean. i guess. ur like the nicest guy ive ever dated. and the longest ive ever dated anyone? so.
ugh.
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yeah! i was surprised too! idk he said something about consistency & reciprocation & a lot of other things
i pay him enough that i should trust his opinion
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did she not...
did your ex not consistently reciprocate things
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christ
what a complicated subject
lets go w no
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im gonna kick her ass babe
im gonna reciprocate my fist into her face
IM GONNA HEALTHY CONSISTENTLY RIP OUT HER HAIR
or just. like. idk give you a bj and order pizza because that sounds way easier rn
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pizza & beer on me
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i have no follow up
but hdu
lmao babe it's ALWAYS on you
maybe i should grab this one
or whatever
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That does explain the bruises on half my body, though. I mean more bruises than usual from a drunken bender.
We have so much in common! Fave movies, fave foods, murder...
No, wait! Hear me out! This is really just manslaughter at best when you look at all the evidence! Any sane, logical person in their right mind would have just called an ambulance and tried to get help and then plead not guilty. Self defense. Who would ever blame an innocent victim for not wanting to be one of those dead bodies at the beginning of Law and Order: SVU? If Ice T is going to say something witty about her, she damn well want's to be alive to hear it.
You know, technically it's this dude's own fault. Kenzi was just minding her own business, moving from table to table, adding to her rare wallet collection when this perv starts hitting on her. She was just trying to work! Gotta put food on the table. Takeout isn't cheap! But nooooooooo, this sicko had to buy her a drink. He had to put something in that drink. She had to drink that drink to make a totally cool exit and then he had to follow her into the elevator.
This is where the logical, right-minded Kenzi takes a nap. This is the part where claustrophobic, panic attack, drugged Kenzi fumbles for the knife in the pocket of her jacket and heroically tries to fend off her attacker in the mostly-empty parking lot, somehow managing to plunge that knife into his neck hitting juuuust the right spot to turn him into a really tacky blood fountain. Shit. Arteries, huh? Even if they're clogged, they still bleed out like a bitch.
And all that is why Kenzi is sitting on the concrete floor of an underground parking lot in a very short dress, covered in blood, hyperventilating, and calling............. her boyfriend. Not the police. Not HELP! Her... boyfriend. Look, you try thinking clearly in this state!
"Mickey you just have to come get me, okay? This dude is just like-- he's all over the floor and I don't know where I parked and I have all this stuff on me and I'm too cute to go to JAIL!" Most of that makes sense. She got the main parts out. "I don't know what to do! Everything is bloody and spinning and gross and I ripped my fishnets..."
Priorities.