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to: [Midterm boy]
from: [Procrastinating girl]

Hey! Look at me being totally responsible and NOT calling Angelo out on his FLAMING DOUBLE STANDARD. Because it's okay for him to go off on Laurie for something relatively harmless because he has "trauma" and when I get mad at Amanda Laurie for a legitimate reason? He threatens to tell on me to Fearless Leader.

I would say something, but I'm going to sit this one out. Mostly because I lack the freaking time to care.

On that note. You are coming to the show, right? I think I've convinced the rest of the boys to come on the basis that it's as close as they'll ever get to seeing me naked. My costume does not leave much to the imagination. -. -

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To: [The distraction]
From: [The prepared]

Yes, I have indeed noticed the stunning lack of public venom. I am very proud. Does it pain you, the silence?

As for the Trauma Pass, I myself spent some weeks rather less than pleasant for, ah . . . rather a significant part of 2006, really, and my comrades suffered me nonetheless. Heady though the scent of hypocrisy often proves, I cannot find it within myself to indulge it in the case of one whose mate has suffered a rather debilitating physical setback. In that regard, I find I yet possess a degree of empathy. Strange, it has been a year at least since my last near-death experience. One would imagine I'd be over it by now. Ah well.

Additionally, public acknowledgement would require diverting my attention from this very fascinating term paper on global economics. On which I have been working for days. And is due tomorrow.

To return to the original question, yes, I shall indeed attend your dance. --although out of curiousity, if either of your fellow involuntary canids are in attendance, do warn Kyle. One of them rather fancied him, and it would be depressingly unsurprising should Clarice choose an inopportune moment to appear on a whim and find them engaged in some ridiculously easy to construe posture of sitcom-like intensity.

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to: [Ganbatte little Aussie! oi oi oi]
from: [Almost done. Ish.]

Yes. It pains me in the crisp little black cinder that was my heart.

Hey, I do feel bad for the guy. But Angelo is not the guy who has been shot, and he's being an asshole about it. Of course, now that I've said that watch the universe try and deliver a Lesson about it. I take it back universe! Seriously! Angelo can be a twat if he wants to and I have no problem! Geez.

Yeah, I totally should go back to my take-home midterm on the Greek and Roman influence on Western Civilization, (We invented everything, and the Romans had to steal because they couldn't invent their way out of a vomitorium. Bitter about the conquest? Me? Never.)

Kyle's already been warned, and I think Clarice knows his vehement objections. I don't forsee any wacky hyjinx that will take half an hour to solve. Which is sad, because I don't think Whitney's ever been rejected before.

And you know I appreciate you showing up. It warms the lump of coal that is my heart.