chiamollie: i love choclate

chiamollie: mmm

lizepiphany: me too!

chiamollie: really?

chiamollie: wow!

lizepiphany: what a mighy coincidnece!

chiamollie: thats so cool!

chiamollie: how are you?

lizepiphany: i'm super well

lizepiphany: and a bit busy

chiamollie: eep

chiamollie: ttyl?

lizepiphany: i just found out we have a bio paper due tomorrow, which i should most definitely have been working on

chiamollie: ack!

lizepiphany: but haven't been, because i didnt know it existed

chiamollie: liz, you've been fooling around too much

chiamollie: and now its time to buckle down

lizepiphany: dude! do you want me to send you my bible paper??!!!?!

lizepiphany: it will crush your mailbox!

lizepiphany: you will in no way be able to say my fooling around is an actual thing!

chiamollie: liz

lizepiphany: it is obvious fiction

lizepiphany: yes sir

chiamollie: my mailbox is made of steel.

chiamollie: my campus is made of concrete

chiamollie: my heart is made of stone

chiamollie: but, your paper is made of paper

chiamollie: and that is all i have to say about that.

lizepiphany: mollie, you are a gem of rocks

chiamollie: a rock-loaf, if you will

lizepiphany: in the previous sentence, "rocks" is a metaphor referring to a person

lizepiphany: but all of a sudden, it seemed to have shifted to a primitive casserole dish

lizepiphany: and that's all i have to say about that

lizepiphany: because i promise, none of it has biological basis

chiamollie: people?

lizepiphany: and now i must run along and post this entire conversation in my diary

chiamollie: haha alright.

lizepiphany: yes, sweetie. don't try to understand. it makes no sense.

chiamollie: goodbye.

lizepiphany: goodbye.