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xp_communication2004-03-14 06:06 pm
x-coldhands.livejournal.com) wrote in xp_communication2004-03-14 06:06 pm
Email to Paige
To: PGuthrie@xaviers.ny.edu
From: keepingitcool247@aol.com
Subject: How's the weather? ;)
Hey Frappe,
Sounds like you're all nice and damp over there. Hope you're having a good time, nonetheless. Bring me back something? *puppy dog eyes* Something tacky and british, preferrably.
I'm at mom and dad's. Ronnie's off on some class trip, spring break-type-thing, so it's just the three of us. Which is probably good, because he still doesn't seem to have any interest in being the little brother of a 'dangerous mutant'. Mom and dad are at least trying, though I sometimes think mom lives in some fantasy land. She asked me when I was going to stop playing with my mutant friends at that little school of ours and start looking at colleges. She even had a bunch of business school brochures for me to look at. You know, just in case. Argh. I probably shouldn't tell her that the brochures that I 'thankfully' took from her are now residing in a large chunk of ice out in the field down the street, huh?
Oh well. Things are mostly nice, here. We're going out to dinner in just a few minutes, so I'd better wrap up. Still have to comb my hair and shave.
Luv ya, hayseed.
-Bobby
From: keepingitcool247@aol.com
Subject: How's the weather? ;)
Hey Frappe,
Sounds like you're all nice and damp over there. Hope you're having a good time, nonetheless. Bring me back something? *puppy dog eyes* Something tacky and british, preferrably.
I'm at mom and dad's. Ronnie's off on some class trip, spring break-type-thing, so it's just the three of us. Which is probably good, because he still doesn't seem to have any interest in being the little brother of a 'dangerous mutant'. Mom and dad are at least trying, though I sometimes think mom lives in some fantasy land. She asked me when I was going to stop playing with my mutant friends at that little school of ours and start looking at colleges. She even had a bunch of business school brochures for me to look at. You know, just in case. Argh. I probably shouldn't tell her that the brochures that I 'thankfully' took from her are now residing in a large chunk of ice out in the field down the street, huh?
Oh well. Things are mostly nice, here. We're going out to dinner in just a few minutes, so I'd better wrap up. Still have to comb my hair and shave.
Luv ya, hayseed.
-Bobby
Reply To Bobby
From: PGuthrie@xaviers.ny.edu
Subject: Rather wet.
I will bring you back the big pair of false Prince Charles teeth I can find! ;)
You could have called me you know. I clearly don't actually sleep and I would have accepted a collect. Not that my computer going "ping!" at three in the morning scared me. At all. Nooo...
Your parents are being huge dorks and I'm sorry. I'm sure it's because they love you, though. They obviously love you very, very much, okay? A whole heck of a lot of people do, including a certain me.
Make some lovely sculptures out of the brochures and take pictures, hm?
Hope you ordered some dessert.
Much love in your director Frosts,
Paige
Re: Reply To Bobby
From: keepingitcool247@aol.com
Subject: Re: Rather wet.
Oh, I'll look GREAT in those. *snorts*
I could've called you, but I don't know what the sleeping arrangements are over there, for those that ARE sleeping, and didn't want to wake anyone. Besides, making you wet your pants via computer going ping! is infinitely more fun. But if you still want me to...
I know they love me. They wouldn't be trying if they didn't, and I can tell they are, but...just argh. My mom just doesn't think before she says stuff, I guess. And I love a certain you, too. Even though I know the blender has usurped me in your affections. Alas.
Ooo. I haven't done any sculptures in a while. Suggestions? I'll put it by the roadside, so folks from miles around can come by and take pictures of the mysterious ice sculpture that no one knows the origin of. It'll be a new urban myth.
Of course I ordered dessert! Betcha can't guess what. ;)
Don't melt over there in all that rain, sugar.
-Frosty