 Stella McCoy 9/29/03 . chapter 1Hey girlie; this is kind of a moot point on many levels, most notably the fact that a) We share a dorm and b) I know nothing about Gundam Wing, but hey, I can gush praises of you as well as the next person. :)
Your writing is oh-so awesome. You are such a vivid characterizer (that's not even a word. oh well.) and I enjoy reading everything you write, from the Notebook to your English papers. You pen lines that could give anyone, from Stephen King to Barbara Kingsolver to J.K. Rowling, a run for their money.
And where would I be without you? Answer me that. I would be incredibly lost (and short a roommate) and the Notebook would never have come to be, nor would a good percentage of anything I did, for that matter. Hell, I wouldn't be sitting right here, right now if it wasn't for you. I'd be sitting somewhere else, probably never picking up a pen unless to write soppy love notes that would utterly suck. And...*gasp* I wouldn't have my Riker/Chakotay/Ares/Bashir/Trip obsessions! I wouldn't even have my pen name, assuming that I'd heard of ff.net without you around! AAh! I'm stopping this depressing train of thought and will gradually make my way to meet you and the guys for lunch.
I love you bunches and if you don't keep writing I'll undress Chekov again. *wicked grin* Em |