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this is dated back to may 19, 1999. oh how times have changed. and oh how adorably awkward.
Hey
At the moment I'm in class taking a Windows NT exam and it's a killer but i am doing good. I'm about half way through it but i need a break, it's way too long.
Anyway, i was thinking about u and i and i think that i want to be ur boyfriend, if u'll let me. It's going to be a challenge and a bit of an adventure, but i never run from a challenge and u r definitely a good challenge. I had some time to think about it and i know that this is what i want. I was hoping that u'll think about it and give me ur answer whenever u can.
bye
Anthony
there is probably a reason why i should stop liking this boy, but there are definitely cuter reasons why i should not. also, someone probably needs to come to my apartment and delete all of my old messages from him, because there are many. in fact, my entire inbox is just old poems and cute "i just wanted to say i love you" emails. i'm not sure if these help me remember the "good times" or if they just make me want to throw myself out of my 23rd floor window (because i can do this because it is NOT an NYU building) because i can't get that kid that thought the world of me to think the world of me again.
Hey
At the moment I'm in class taking a Windows NT exam and it's a killer but i am doing good. I'm about half way through it but i need a break, it's way too long.
Anyway, i was thinking about u and i and i think that i want to be ur boyfriend, if u'll let me. It's going to be a challenge and a bit of an adventure, but i never run from a challenge and u r definitely a good challenge. I had some time to think about it and i know that this is what i want. I was hoping that u'll think about it and give me ur answer whenever u can.
bye
Anthony
there is probably a reason why i should stop liking this boy, but there are definitely cuter reasons why i should not. also, someone probably needs to come to my apartment and delete all of my old messages from him, because there are many. in fact, my entire inbox is just old poems and cute "i just wanted to say i love you" emails. i'm not sure if these help me remember the "good times" or if they just make me want to throw myself out of my 23rd floor window (because i can do this because it is NOT an NYU building) because i can't get that kid that thought the world of me to think the world of me again.