From: Snitch teh biznatch (thmbsckr5-at-yahoo-dot-com)
To: "Skittery teh emo" (embracingcrimson-at-hotmail-dot-com)
Subject: Re:
Date: Tues 26 Apr 2005

Izzy,

Yeah. No fucking kidding.

(Aw! I miss Sesame Street. The innocence and joy of youth. Lucky lucky you.)

This job might get in the way of the e-mailing, 'cause I'm typing this with, like, twenty minutes left before I have to leave to get to work. Damn my stupid brother hogging the computer with his "schoolwork." Schoolwork, my ass, I know he's looking at porn, the little perv. Not like I'm one to talk, but hey. He's, like, nine. That's gross.

Gah, don't make me wait four weeks to talk to you again, PLEASE. I give it one more week, then I'm forcing a phone card on you.

Oh. So cute. I really need to start volunteering at that damn preschool; you and your little kids make me so jealous. (... Darling, I just have to ask: are you even getting the joke?) I think it'd be fun to take them all to Disneyland. The only hard part would be getting enough money for plane tickets AND park tickets. Jesus. (You will never be jailrapebait as long as I'm around to protect you! And, um, make you not do stupid things like arson the state capital. But that body is mine, only I am allowed to do what I like with it, and anyone else will just perish in my jealous rage).

One very very long week. Mmph. But still. Four weeks is better than five.

Like I said, I'll try. No promises, not with what's apparently been going on the past two weeks while I was at Mom's (Damn Claudia finally using her brain). But I'll at least try.

Okay. Off to work. Wish me luck.

- Danny

:cared for me: