what should this title be?

jodi: i don't know, we've said so many wonderful things? i don't know. make me sound funny. are you just putting that on the blog now?
jordan: are you just talking so that you can have quotes on the blog?
jodi: [shakes head no.] i'm not yawning to be on the blog. DON'T TYPE THAT.
[intermission]
[cut to: picture of jordan on christmas morn']

jordan woke up to puddles. she also didn't get a pony. she also didn't buy any paints to design christmas tree cards. jodi woke her up with kenny g's christmas album. she keeps it on her ipod. jordan dressed up like ronald mcdonald to walk next door. jordan and jodi ate pain (pronounced pane) au chocolat while watching a strange couple talking about purses and philosophy and being alone.
[scene 2: hot chocolate, not at the same place]

look at the abnormally large hands. note also how all of our pictures are of us and our food.

this is emo shot #2. $399.
[scene 3: st. laurent. the "metro series." on display at gallery awesome]

jordan: let's have a dialogue about this.
jodi: about what?
jordan: ummmm..
jodi: you didn't say anything for me to respond to.
omnipresent narrator: this is a powerhouse shot of ms. thr-ckm-rt-n.

we are at war. we'se gots to ration.
[scene 4: at the ostrich-head bar]
we meet a sugardaddy.

thank you for joining us on our adventure. the end.

epilogual#1:
dont cha wish your girlfriend was awesome like me ... us!
dont cha wish your girlfriend was a multidimensional francophile like us!
[whispered: dont cha]
[whispered: freakay]
dont cha wish your girlfriend was meta like us!
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was . . . pretentious(?).

epiglottis#2:
this is why i'm H-t
this is why i'm H-t
This is why, this is why, this is why
i'm H-t
this is why i'm H-t
this is why i'm H-t
This is why, this is why, this is why
i'm H-t
I'm H-t cause i'm fliiii
You ain't cause you not
This is why, this is why, this is why
i'm H-t

This is why I'm H-t, I repr'sent Montreal
I got it on my back.
Frenchies says we lost it so I'm bringing it back.
When I need hiphy I take it to da Bay, Jodi in San Francisco, I like it that way.
And when I hit big N-E, they say i smell like brie. Mot à ta mère.