Email to Marie-Ange

[xp_daytripper]

To: [roomie]
From: [trouble]



If I was, you know, driving you insane with stuff I did, you'd tell me, right? You wouldn't bottle it all up and then explode all over the place and tell me you hated me? 'Cause I know I'm not easy to live with, tho' I'm trying to remember to ask before I borrow stuff and not play my music too loud and not stink up the room so much with the magic junk.

Just thought I'd ask.

A.

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

To: (Amanda)
From: (Angie)
Subject: I am confused now.

I sometimes wish that email came with voices, because there is perhaps two or three minutes of me being quite confused and stuttering that should preceed this email.

I like your lizard, even if he ate my botany homework, the smells are not half as bad as they used to be, and I play my music louder than yours sometimes. With benefit of boyfriend who sings along. At least yours does not care for your music.

So, yes, if you were annoying me, I would tell you.

... is there anything I can do? Up to and including exploting the fake ID card that insists I am twenty-two and finding a good winery? Or predicting terrible doom. I am -quite- good at the terrible doom.