This is what happens when I do not write in a while... it is a form of venting but before that it is expression which goes hand in hand with art. So enjoy a glimpse inside the mind of Raindroplet724.

Me: My back feels like someone punched me then followed suit with a knife.
Sara: Relly? Howd u do dat 2 urself?
Me: I probably slept on it wrong *shrugs*
Ross: Oh oh, tell about that dream you had.
Me: Haha sure. You see, I have these Christmas bows all over my ceiling-
Ross: Artist expression
Me: Anyway one fell on me and landed on the back of my calf.
Ross: *snickers*
Me: I swear to God I thought it was a bat.
Sara: Lke a bball bat or a vamp bat?
Me: A fruit bat. I was perfectly still until logic kicked in.
Ross: *rotflol*
Sara: dats nt vry lolish
Ross: Lolish? What the Heck is that supposed to mean.
Me: Ross, stop.
Ross: Whhaaaaat?
Me: Be nice.
Sara:
Me: Stop that.
Ross: Anyway and tell everyone reading what song you woke up to. *grins*
Me: "Gives You Hell" by All-American Rejects.
Ross: *laughs*
Sara: so u woke up n pane and gives u hell? wow the irony.
Ross: I know! *laughs somemore but more uncontrollably*
Me: Shut up.
Sara: *giggles*
Me: This is rather pointless.
Sara: NO ITS NOT! ITS FREE THARAPEE
Me: You know, your grammar and spelling is really starting to bug me.
Ross: *sits up after literally rolling on the ground laughing and is utterly serious suddenly* Yeah, Sara please, please correct your grammar.
Sara: i dont feel lke it.
Ross and I: Hahaha n00b!
Sara: ???
Ross: That's not even a question you n00b.
Sara: WTF!
Me: Now that is a question *laughs* but not a proper one.
Sara: What the Foot is a n00b.
Ross: *laughs* only a n00b would ask that.
Me: *gets quiet thinking Ross may be going to far*
Sara: Roslan.
Me: Oh crud cakes *hides*
Ross: You little *holds back swear words*
Sara: wat? n00b? lol
Ross: No you are worse. You are n00blet!
Sara: a wat?
Me: What? Ross didn't explode?
Sara: nope.
Me: That is a good thing *nudges Sara*
Sara: oh uh yeah.
Ross: Don't worry Sara n00bie, you will go down later. *evil glare and smile*.
Me: Wow, remind me not to start one of these so late. *Yawn* Now I'm tired and not finished with the conversation.
Ross: Don't worry, just give me a call when you need to chat.
Sara: yeah me 2.
Me: Maybe not you Sara because of your grammar, next time I may invite another.
Ross: Hey how about Jazz and Soph, get the whole gang together.
Me: Haha sure. Next time.
Sara: There is not going to be a next time is there?
Ross: Lookie! Great grammar!
Me: I see that. Very impressive Sara but I don't know about a next time. This is tiresome after all.
Sara: PLEASE????
Ross: -_- bye bye grammar.
Me: Sure, there can be a next time. I guess.