[email to Will]

I realize you and the dork squad are off saving the world, but--

Sometimes a girl's gotta prioritize. World peace, or...

~M

[/email]

[private]

Fuck.

He’s disarmingly sweet. I’m disgustingly selfish.

So much for averting disaster.

I planned so well, too. I had the hat and the boots. I was the supposed to be the one in control. Me. And was I?

I don’t even want to think about just how much I suck right now.

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Why can't sound and light just freaking die already?

[email to Will]

Okay, so I lied. Well, no, I didn't lie, I changed my mind.

I want to get that drink. The one you mentioned, that goes along with talking? Yeah. That.

I know you're up to your ears in meetings for the next couple of days, but if you can -- if the offer still stands, anyway -- I'd like to.

~M

[/email]

The universe doesn't like me. I'm completely and utterly convinced of this.

Syracuse disappointed me, my job is on the wrong side of satisfaction, and my brother -- my brother, Mr. I-Didn't-Even-Know-He-Had-A-Girlfriend, is engaged. Engaged!

I can't blame it on the full moon anymore, either. I'm running out of excuses. For everything, it

Syracuse was supposed to win.

Life is wrong.

[private]

Did I really just put two and two together and complete the equation with "Am I the only person in D.C. who hasn't fucked Sam Seaborn?"

[/private]

[private]

Note to self: Don't cry at work.

[/private]

[private]

A man.

Huh.

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