I have an old friend since secondary school times.
He speaks weird most times. Here's an excerpt:
He: heh.. the vixen!
He: now this girl's in bloom!Me: ?
He: nice pic and not to mention i've known you through the ages
Me: hahahha thanks...
Me: actually nothing spectacular... just one of those random pix
He: you're welcome...
He: hehe... u look like you're about to bite into his neck... your boyfriend, i presume...
Me says: yep... it is him.... bite into his neck ? eeeer..... no thanks. ha
He: lol... like a vampire who seduces her prey.... charming, might i add
He: what brings you online tonight?
Me: hahhaha.... never thought of it that way.Me: time... time brought me here. hehHim: ah, time, that old bastard
Him: did u come to play jesus, did u come to raise the dead?
Me: none of the above
Him: well, perhaps we could engage in a lively conversation
Him: since i find you exceptionally charming- the notion of flirting with death always does that...*no response*
Him: ah, evon, my dear friend... i need your opinion on something
Him: There is no perfect art, we have to surrender to its imperfections, just like beauty. What we love about it makes for why we hate it. Every crevice, nook and valley, if filled becomes an absolute plane.Him: now, if that statement was a comment on the manner in which we choose our company, what do you have to say about that?
Him: well... silenceSOCIAL PSYCHOLOGY... URGHHH!!! I want a way out.
He's been speaking like that since i've known him... it's quite stressful sometimes just to even catch up with the digressions.
