July 23, 2003

From: "Mitchell"
To: "Abbey"
Subject: ahhhh. ahhhhh. ahhhh.
Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2003 23:03:23 +0000

howdy. i imagined that you wouldn't return my phone call. i was right
(though it didn't take a brain surgeon to hypothesize this). in the event
that you might check your email before class: i'll be in the greenhouse cafe
after 9:00pm. come find me.

ciao,
gabriel

~if you desire peace of soul and happiness, then believe; if you would be a
disciple of truth, then inquire.~

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From: "Mitchell"
To: "Abbey"
Subject: a little help from your "friend"
Date: Thu, 24 Jul 2003 01:06:20 +0000

my dear "friend" karen:
i called your bluff (though it was rather obvious [i could see into your
hand - one card short of a pair of three's]) and called you again at about
5:10 (see, i am capable of pity and compassion. mom wasn't lying after
all). no answer. i assumed you'd gone out for supper. sigh. i considered
being cruel and stopping by your office before your class, but then
remembered that i am now a good person who does not do things just to get a
rise out of people. yep, that's right. i've turned over a new leaf/started
a new chapter/looked over a clean sheet - no more getting people to do
things/react to certain situations just for my own enjoyment (i suspect that
this will last until about 10:46pm tonight). once more, i have been born
again.

help for you: in your times of email crisis, may i offer you solace... and
a solution. after you've typed the email (but before you've tried sending
it or saving it), highlight the text, right click the mouse, and copy your
message. then try sending it/saving it. if it erases, simply start a new
message, right click the mouse again, and paste the saved message. repeat
this process (i.e. the instructions since "if it erases") until the email
has been sent. this is my advice. this is my assistance. this is me being
selfish (i want to read your literary works of art).
and remember: no one ever hurt their eyes by looking at the bright side of
things...(?)

until the revolution (and probably after it, too, if i don't end up with my
back to the wall) and from the great plains in the middle of the north
american continent,
comrade avery ross, comandante

~if you desire peace of soul and happiness, then believe; if you would be a
disciple of truth, then inquire.~