The following conversation aptly describes my new found unemployment. Luckily, I have friends who speak the same text speak and are currently without a j-o-b. Now, I have a new found appreciation for text communication and lack-of-grammar. Remind me to thank Texas for that one.
Here is a conversation that ensued between him and I, bringing on my new favorite phrase of the summer, "finding them sexies"
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"Yo yo- what you doin tonight?"
"Beasting through my book. I know, I know- I'm a regular par-tay animal."
"Ok well, we hangin later this week"
"chey-ah. Can we have have foodstamp potlucks? And then dance it off?"
"Yeah, I'd be down. To eat. And dance."
"Legit! You, sir, have a deal."
"And, you know, finding them sexies."
"I'd be down for finding myself one of them sexies...haha"
"Deal. Food. Dance. Finding them sexies."
Aside from the horrible grammar and spelling phonetics, I couldn't help but laugh and secretly hope this phrase catches on.
Sidenote: The last time I went dancing at this place they played footage of the KKK while playing soul music. Sober, and stunned, I had my first cigarette in a year, and discussed weaves and the proper jargon for San Antonio, which, apparently, is Say-town, or San Antone. Weaves, are another story.
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