Email: Corrie Pye
Date: 10 August Characters: Corrie Pye Location: Email Private/Public: Private Rating: PG Summary: More Corrie emaily rambling, less depressing this time.
From: Laurie Fry <floorie@yahoo.co.ca> To: Dani Shurtleff <shurtsnskins@yahoo.co.ca> Subject: Your weekly stream of conscious
This is the most boring week of my life, and it's still only Tuesday. I wish it would hurry up and end already. But I'm probably due a bit of boredom since I was kind of in a car jacking on Friday.
But I still wish it was over. I've got a full work schedule this week, now if only the job wasn't so bloody dull it'd actually help pass the time. At least I'll be making money for it, you can't have too much of that these days.
Sometimes I want to tell people things, but I can't. It wouldn't do any good and it'd just cause a lot of problems that no one should have to deal with. But that's not fair. Isn't truth supposed to be like freedom or something? Sometimes it doesn't feel like it. But what do I know? I'm the one being dishonest. But sometimes it's a good thing I am, because I'll be thinking something for weeks and then I find out I was being a complete idiot and a jerk and the only reason it's not a bigger deal is that I never told anyone about it.
Anyway, greetings from the future! It's midnight, and dark as hell here, because it's midnight. How's the past looking? Bright and sunshiny as ever? It must be because you're in love, aww.
But it's late enough that I need to be getting to bed because for some reason, grocery store managers don't like it too much when you stay up all night and then sleep on the job. Something about knocking over displays, or old women, or something like that.
Oh look, another email that's all about me. How shocking.
Miss you, Miss. Talk to me about happy wedding stuff. I want to know about cakes and dresses and things.