This Is What Happens When You Rant After a Drink

04Jul09

Alright, no, I didn’t have a drink. Never have. But nonetheless, here is an interesting discussion with my fine friend Cait about our wills. She already put in on Facebook, I figured all of you non-exsistant readers might get a kick out of it.

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(Insert long and boring conversation here. Cait says something about me being annoying. Last time she said that she blocked me for a half hour and I was bored with nothing else to do, she then came back on saying she blocked me simply because I was being annoying. >:[)

Anita: if you block me again you’re outta my will.

Cait: you have a will?

Anita: and I’ve assigned to you my nice large collection of bouncy balls.

Cait: do expect to die soon or something?

Anita: WHO KNOWS

Cait: ARE YOU SUICIDAL????

Anita: I want my organs donated.

Cait: …

Anita: and I want to be creamated and spread over the beaches in Hawaii.
jk thats weird.

Cait: this is weird

Anita: wot

Cait: nothing nothing

Anita: OK?
dude I wouldn’t stab myself just to give you my bouncy ball collection.
alright I don’t have an official will but I got a notebook and wrote down a bunch of crap.
everything I own, as of now, YOU are in charge of who gets it. my parents are out of the deal.

Cait: bwhahaha

Anita: they would give it to hobos.
my moolah will be divided equally amongst any youngsters that might come out of Jamie or you or Maddy. and any new sisters that might come.
yes I know that sounded weird.

Cait: ok

Anita: my clothes will be given to charity to be handed out to hobos.
my computer will go to whoever. I dunno cause most likely I’m gonna go through a lot of
computers.

Cait: anything and everything I have goes to whoever gets to it first

Anita: my CD collection will go to whoever can appreciate the type of music I listened to
that when I die would probably be old music.
my hair, if it is any good, will be donated to make wigs. although I don’t know if that’s
weird or doesn’t work but if it does than okay. let’s see…
my books go to whoever can use them. can you donate books to a school or something?
lol
otherwise they go to the rugrats. whatever CAN be donated from my body when I kick the
bucket will be donated, cause otherwise it’ll just sit in the ground and rot.
oh and I would appreciate if they left me with a little bit of hair so I don’t look ugly at the viewing

Cait: ok

Anita: Dull Gold Heart by Band of Skulls will play at my funeral.
I want to be burried with a plushie replica of David Archuleta.

Cait: 0_o

Anita: wouldn’t that be creepy if someone dug me up and found that.

Cait: at my funeral
I want

Anita: YOU are to go up and speak and say how awesome I was.
go on, go on.

Cait: them to play

Anita: yes?? yes??!!!!
GET ON WITH IT WOMAN!

Cait: whatever comforts others its not like I have to listen

Anita: T_T
alright I am in charge of what plays at your funeral. Circus by Britney Spears.

Cait: how is that comforting to anyone?

Anita: all eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a CIIIRCUUUS
idk
when I crack that whip everybody gon trip just like a CIIIRCUUUS

Cait: you have made your point

Cait: ok I want Clint eastwood and Faking my own suicide

Anita: harhar

Cait: I just saved this entire chat to notepad
^_^
TO FACEBOOK

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