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One of my favorite things to do is sit in our front window in one of the two awesome chairs I gleaned from the trash, turn on a record, watch the hot valets outside (see previous post), light a few candles, dream about sipping red wine, and shoot the shit. Alaska and I do this frequently and it's so refreshing. Whether we're talking about religion, Emile Hirsch, future baby names, or our families, we can talk for hours. It's easy to get lost in conversation, talking and talking, without realizing what time it is. Sometimes we take a break to belt out some Fleetwood Mac or get some chips and salsa, but for most of the time, we just sit and talk. Mrs. Tyler Perry and I do the same thing at work when we are cross eyed from cleaning slides of brain tumors. It's already 3 o'clock? Who knew? Does what we're talking really matter in the long run? Of course not, but it's nice to tell someone else meaningless things about your life and hear their meaningless stories at the same time.
"When I look at you, I want to dress up in a deer suit, have you shoot me, make me into deer jerky, then shit me out and then shoot the shit."
*this photo is literally the first thing that comes up when I Google Image searched "shoot the shit." I have no idea what it is, but it's funny. And I thought it was a lot more appropriate than the multitudes of ass fucking porno stills that also came up.
RN
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