Amused

Stephen: Its a dark hole in the semester when even creative writing doesn't spark my interest.
Stephen: granted I've been sitting in this chair for at least 4 hours.
Ashley: Get up and stretch...massage your booty.
Stephen: woo
Stephen: that actually feels really nice
Stephen: when someone else does it
Stephen: i don't care if that was awkward, its fucking true.
Ashley: Haha, it was not awkward. I agree.
Ashley: I also like the back of my legs getting massaged. That feels good too.
Stephen: agreed
Stephen: Ohhh, its the lower back thats getting me right now, though.
Stephen: blast
Ashley: Good to know we both have the love of an ass massage in common.


Stephen: wow...Jack Sparrow is indefinitely a cultural icon now haha
Ashley: Aren't those videos insane? I'd love to play Elizabeth Swan...if I looked like her....which I don't...
Ashley: But it would be fun to play beside him.
Stephen: true
Stephen: or play beside anyone....I'm in a play mood now....and i just found that i can't audition again until the end of summer
Stephen: boo
Ashley: Aw...no shows during the summer?
Ashley: I was going to say, "You could play with yourself" but you know.
Stephen: I wanted to audition for the next heartland project.....but the last two shows conflict with my France trip
Stephen: haha
Ashley: haha I'm laughing really hard about that and it wasn't even that funny.
Stephen: i don't need auditions to play with myself haha
Ashley: You could audition for me and then I could play with myself.
Ashley: haha, sorry, I'm way too amused and exhausted.
Stephen: wow
Stephen: thats a bad ashley haha
Ashley: I'm laughing so hard I'm crying...and my friend is creeped out.
Ashley: lol
Ashley: whew...I think I'm ok now.
Stephen: i sure hope so hah

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