So I'm a little out of control with the post-my-own-correspondence habit. whatever. like I care. I only care to entertain myself when it all shakes out, and this is a quality glimpse into my mind at the height of insomnia.
below is a sample of some myspace email between me and a good friend who just celebrated her birthday.
----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Allison
Date: May 10, 2007 11:25 PM
the title of this message is intended to be your birthday kiss/smooch/smacker. I always feel like a jackass sending a birthday myspace comment and am probably justified in assuming that you (or any person celebrating the anniversary of their existence) probably won't bother reading them anyway. Call me cynical, call me a heartless bitch with no soul, some people call me maurice. it's fine.
anyway, wanted to send you love and (believe it or not, considering the last paragraph) many many many happy wishes... sunshine/sparkle/rainbows, that kind of thing. Like Lisa Frank. She always managed to capture the right vibe on those unicorn trapper-keepers everybody used to have. Okay fine, it was MY unicorn trapper-keeper but damnit my New Kids binder had just broken and I needed a pick-me-up... second grade can be really tough.
Am admittedly a bit nostalgic for those good old 105 N Jordan days when we (well fine you/me/chonster/suze) lounged around with nothing better to do than watch Family Guy. Okay fine soft-core porn on Skinemax. Either way... I miss that.
And you.
all my love, sweetcakes.
Mitchell
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Her response:
Crazy old Maurice, hmmm? Craaazy old Maurice, hmmm?
I loved those unicorn binders and I think I had one too.
Thanks for the birthday wishes! Hope all is well with you.
xoxoxo
Rachel
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