E-mail to Shinobi:
Feb. 9th, 2004 04:48 pmTo: Shinobi
From: Sarah
Subject: I refuse to pick bits of my boyfriend out of the carpet.
I realize that I once told you that you were sexy when you're angry, but if the sheer amount of stress caused by arguing with people who have the receptiveness of a brick wall makes you explode, I will _not_ be a happy camper. (Not to mention the fact that the person who should be reading your rants isn't even in the fucking mansion.) So, find your fucking happy place, or I'll be forced to do something drastic.
:P
From: Sarah
Subject: I refuse to pick bits of my boyfriend out of the carpet.
I realize that I once told you that you were sexy when you're angry, but if the sheer amount of stress caused by arguing with people who have the receptiveness of a brick wall makes you explode, I will _not_ be a happy camper. (Not to mention the fact that the person who should be reading your rants isn't even in the fucking mansion.) So, find your fucking happy place, or I'll be forced to do something drastic.
:P
Re:
Date: 2004-02-10 11:32 pm (UTC)From: Sarah
Subject: Wuss.
It does. However, I can't figure out how my picking up parts of your vocabulary qualifies as 'sexy'.Re:
Date: 2004-02-11 01:06 am (UTC)From: Shinobi
Subject: I'm getting better.
Well, it's my opinion that everything about you is sexy. It's to be expected that you picking up bits of my vocabulary would be included.
Re:
Date: 2004-02-11 01:19 am (UTC)From: Sarah
Subject: ...
Oooh, good answer. I'm impressed. (I think I owe you a kiss for that. Possibly several.)
Re:
Date: 2004-02-11 01:23 am (UTC)From: Shinobi
Subject: Told'ja I was getting better.
I speak only the truth. Shall I come down, then? (I do actually have a question for you, but it can wait until after those kisses, I think.)
Re:
Date: 2004-02-11 01:28 am (UTC)From: Sarah
Subject: Like you even have to ask.
Come on down. Don't even have to walk through the door this time.