The Lake conversation: 3rd installment

Emily Lake: you are my Danish, my only Danish, you make me happy when skies are grey: D: D: D

The following conversation has been inspired from the by the above facebook status

Lalita Lake ‎: D not Danish!

Emily Lake: not Danish?

Lalita Lake: no, not Danish.

Emily Lake: what not Danish??

Lalita Lake: it's annoying. And no one IS Danish.

Emily Lake: ohh okay. Yess, well some people are you can’t say NO ONE IS DANISH

Lalita Lake: no one we know is Danish. There’s no reason for Amanda and now you to go around saying Danish. It’s as weird as me going around saying Mongolian every 5 minutes!

Emily Lake: hahahhaha that would be funny. Mongolian LOL

Lalita Lake: lol, omg please don't let Amanda see this and give her more ideas.

Amanda Lake: Mongolian! :D

Lalita Lake: see, for some reason that's not as annoying as Danish, it's funnier.

Amanda Lake: DANISH,

Lalita Lake: Mongolian.

Amanda Lake: Mongdanish

Lalita Lake: um, suuuure. Special.

Amanda Lake: Aww thank you: D

Lalita Lake: no problemo

Amanda Lake: mongdanish

Lalita Lake: Mongolian.

Amanda Lake: Daaaaaaaanish

Emily Lake: this is going to be a long night

Amanda Lake: Daaanish

Emily Lake: Do you hear me screaming?? Well I am

Lalita Lake: umbrella.

Lalita Lake: don't scream, whisper.

Emily Lake: and that way you'll hear me??

Lalita Lake: no, but then no one near you will have to hear you either :D i'm very considerate like that.

Amanda Lake: Danish

Amanda Lake: Purple

Lalita Lake: Hamster.

Emily Lake: WTH ?? where did purple hamster come from

Lalita Lake: i got bored with mongolian.

Amanda Lake: Banana.

Emily Lake: tall white mocha

Amanda Lake: Drool.

Emily Lake: mop

Amanda Lake: Slip.

Emily Lake: pan brush  

Lalita Lake: shoes.

Emily Lake: shoee lace

Amanda Lake: coffee

and it went on to get more and more meaning less, you wouldn't want to know. I am sure

Much love

Emily xx


Edit: My friend has pointed out that my drawing of the cinnamon danish looks like poop, please be adviced that it in no way looks like a poop in reality. I would not want sales of cinnamon danish to go down by this drawing. My less-then-perfect skills will never to the danish justice it deserves

Déjà vu all over again

So this must be one of the weirdest things to write about but it was about to happen again, so i thought it must be worth mentioning. I admit i am the sane one out of the Lake family but i have often found myself in bizarre situation and a total wipe out of memory of how i got there, may be it has got something to do with the flaming scarlet cheeks distracting my attention and the fact that how i should get out of the situation without anyone noticing. trust me it has happened a lot of times, like the time I asked CG's name telling him its a part of a dare or the time when a guy was talking about shaving and he thought i was thinking about . .  (ewww too painful memory) and i didn't even know him (HUH). Or the time i found myself in men's toilet. Yes you heard me correct ! aah why am i even discussing this! its good that you don't know who I am. LOL.

Well it was an ordinary summer . .  wait winter . . or was it summer, i don't remember and who cares anyway its not like the weather effected my mental status or anything (well you can never be sure), anyway it was a day for sure. and the others left me behind  for some reason. Oh when i started wearing heels last year my walking pace kinda slowed down to crawling pace, or may be everyone else just walked really fast. but you should see my now, i can run while walking (is that even possible) well you should walk with me and before you know it you'll either be panting or begging me to stop, anyway back to the point (Gosh i get distracted so quickly )
So i was walking to find the others when i thought i should have a quick bathroom break. Now i don't actually remember what my creative mind was going through at that very moment because i don't remember the time between making my decision and actually going to the bathroom. when i get there it smelt bad OH My GOD !!! it was so bad that i  haven't even closed the door yet and i was dying or just fainting and i thank the GOD ALMIGHTY that i didn't close the door and instead decided that going was not that important. .  because the moment i stepped out that stupid man figure was staring at me from the door, and then i blacked out ! i only remember feeling hot as hell and running like a mad person .
 What got into me?, what actually happened? ! aaah  . I promised myself never to speak of it again and repress the memory completely until today when the same thing was about to happen again ! thank god this time i didn't just barge in and actually look at the door first. but what I am even more glad about is that the first time, there weren't actually guys in the toilet because that would  have been humiliating to such an extent that i would have considered suicide.

OH MY GOD I CANT BELIEVE I ACTUALLY TOLD EVERYTHING, so i think I'll press that publish button before i change my mind and never read this again

Much love

Emm xx

May you never see the days I have seen ( or the places) [God what if i walked in to a urinator ?]