[EMAIL: Ben]
After freashing up post cheerleading pratice, D flopped down in front of her computer to tap out a response to an email she'd received a little bit ago in response to one she'd sent out, er, well, point was that she'd sent it, right? Anwyay, the package that went with it had finally arrived so everything all worked out in the end.
To: D
From Ben
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: I Might Still Hate It Here, but At Least It's Interesting
Date: 11/4/06 - 11:46 AM LSTStill Lazy -
Am I allowed to call you a freak, or would there be a dishtowel, bathrobe, fluff moment? I suppose I am a freak for going elsewhere, and you're a freak for leaving the colony--well, actually, that's not freaky. Spreading your wings is good.
In the interests of doing my job, you'll be happy to know that I'm utilizing the mailroom to send you this care package.
I've also written an op/ed piece that has been ruthlessly edited into four sentences and then tossed on the pile of "maybe if we had space for drivel". My career as a journalist is never going to happen.
Luckily, my career as an atheist and general punk seems to be going well (I've decided I believe in cheese, darling). No worries, no one's ever quite figured out that while it may look like I'm working, I'm actually standing still.
Either that, or they believe I'm contemplating universal truths.
The copier has been replaced with a newer model, and it's just not the same. Sadly, I was not told where it went, so I was only able to say goodbye. The new one is very... efficient. Though it breaks down quite a bit. I suspect it's the boys from the design department forgoing their old reliable and abusing ours.
I believe it's time to sign off, and I am off to check out a new bar in town and get pleasantly drunk on bad ambrosia.
Please find enclosed one large-ass carton of fags, two bottles of premium ambrosia, one pair of pink furry handcuffs, and a pink-teddy bear (I ran into this girl named Sharon, and she said to give it to you to remember her by).
Yours in absentia,
-King of boxing things randomly
To:Ben
From D
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: I Might Still Hate It Here, but At Least It's Interesting
Date: 12/6/06 - 5:32 AM FSTKing Cheesehead,
Takes a freak to know one. I'm not judging, of course. Just statement of fact. Maybe getting out more often would be good for you. Can't go elsewhere if elsewhere won't have me.
In the interests of the poor forlorn copiers everywhere, I am indeed glad you have found the mailroom useful. (I'm also glad that you sent me something. There's snow on the ground and people are crazy and I miss you home.)
Everyone starts in soundbites, darling, you know that. Keep working it. Someone will take notice!
I... I might be hanging up my atheist hat. Not sure. Maybe I'll just wear it in a more cock-eyed fashion. (Does the cheese believe in you, dearest?) Wherever you go, there you are.
Convince them of that. They'll convince their friends, and POOF! You'll be the prophet of the year and will be able to charge outrageous sums to reveal those "truths". Just go lightly on the doom and gloom after the first round or two, you want the paying customers to come back, natch.
Oh woe and for shame! Another torrid, star-crossed romance down the repair shop drains! Alas and alack! What ever shall you do my poor, broken-hearted rebel in tropical shirts? (I always suspected that the design department was kinkier than they'd admit to.)
Write again soon, please? I don't think I'll be hitting the local bar/dance club again any time soon. Last time I was there, I slapped a stranger for looking like you.
Whatever would I do without you to supply all the things that Uncle Simon frowns on? I'll see if I can't find a use for the cuffs. If the gal is who I think she is, buy her a cup of coffee and some gummi worms candy on me? I'll send you cash if need be.
Across the universe, in one sense or another,
D'anna
Then she shut her laptop and padded across the room to find some nice, thick winter pjs.
[OOC: As always, the emails between D and Ben were co-written with the fabulous notavegetarian. Praise be to her!]
To: D
From Ben
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: I Might Still Hate It Here, but At Least It's Interesting
Date: 11/4/06 - 11:46 AM LSTStill Lazy -
Am I allowed to call you a freak, or would there be a dishtowel, bathrobe, fluff moment? I suppose I am a freak for going elsewhere, and you're a freak for leaving the colony--well, actually, that's not freaky. Spreading your wings is good.
In the interests of doing my job, you'll be happy to know that I'm utilizing the mailroom to send you this care package.
I've also written an op/ed piece that has been ruthlessly edited into four sentences and then tossed on the pile of "maybe if we had space for drivel". My career as a journalist is never going to happen.
Luckily, my career as an atheist and general punk seems to be going well (I've decided I believe in cheese, darling). No worries, no one's ever quite figured out that while it may look like I'm working, I'm actually standing still.
Either that, or they believe I'm contemplating universal truths.
The copier has been replaced with a newer model, and it's just not the same. Sadly, I was not told where it went, so I was only able to say goodbye. The new one is very... efficient. Though it breaks down quite a bit. I suspect it's the boys from the design department forgoing their old reliable and abusing ours.
I believe it's time to sign off, and I am off to check out a new bar in town and get pleasantly drunk on bad ambrosia.
Please find enclosed one large-ass carton of fags, two bottles of premium ambrosia, one pair of pink furry handcuffs, and a pink-teddy bear (I ran into this girl named Sharon, and she said to give it to you to remember her by).
Yours in absentia,
-King of boxing things randomly
To:Ben
From D
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: I Might Still Hate It Here, but At Least It's Interesting
Date: 12/6/06 - 5:32 AM FSTKing Cheesehead,
Takes a freak to know one. I'm not judging, of course. Just statement of fact. Maybe getting out more often would be good for you. Can't go elsewhere if elsewhere won't have me.
In the interests of the poor forlorn copiers everywhere, I am indeed glad you have found the mailroom useful. (I'm also glad that you sent me something. There's snow on the ground and people are crazy and I miss you home.)
Everyone starts in soundbites, darling, you know that. Keep working it. Someone will take notice!
I... I might be hanging up my atheist hat. Not sure. Maybe I'll just wear it in a more cock-eyed fashion. (Does the cheese believe in you, dearest?) Wherever you go, there you are.
Convince them of that. They'll convince their friends, and POOF! You'll be the prophet of the year and will be able to charge outrageous sums to reveal those "truths". Just go lightly on the doom and gloom after the first round or two, you want the paying customers to come back, natch.
Oh woe and for shame! Another torrid, star-crossed romance down the repair shop drains! Alas and alack! What ever shall you do my poor, broken-hearted rebel in tropical shirts? (I always suspected that the design department was kinkier than they'd admit to.)
Write again soon, please? I don't think I'll be hitting the local bar/dance club again any time soon. Last time I was there, I slapped a stranger for looking like you.
Whatever would I do without you to supply all the things that Uncle Simon frowns on? I'll see if I can't find a use for the cuffs. If the gal is who I think she is, buy her a cup of coffee and some gummi worms candy on me? I'll send you cash if need be.
Across the universe, in one sense or another,
D'anna
Then she shut her laptop and padded across the room to find some nice, thick winter pjs.
[OOC: As always, the emails between D and Ben were co-written with the fabulous notavegetarian. Praise be to her!]