From: Caleb Pritchard <cpritchard2001@gmail.com>
To: barriticus@gmail.com

Caleb: That's bullshit.
me: returning the 29th
me: tomorrow
Caleb: When are you going back?
me: Fine, I'll throw the shampoo out, ask around
me: I get back from Dallas
me: fine, I'll do it when
Caleb: But I might ask around a little more if you promise to throw the blue bottle of shampoo out.
Caleb: You'll have to come down to HR and do it yourself.
me: also, give my resume to someone
me: like TEEN SCREAM QUEEN BAD DREAM TEAM
Caleb: Especially the life-long Brooklyners at the sports desk behind me.
me: you should think up some good headlines, then
me: right
Caleb: And now all the classy people at the Daily News think less of me.
Caleb: It smells like shit.
Caleb: No, but for reals.
Caleb: SERIOUSLY!!!
Caleb: What the hell, dude?
me: nope
Caleb: Did you buy that?
Caleb: Have you smelled that shit?
Caleb: Oh, thanks, bra.
me: I'M BACK LOL
me: clunk
me: step step step
me: "Ah ha, here's the shampoo!"
Caleb: Seriously.
me: (door creaking)
me: step step step
me: okay
Caleb: Get that out of my bathroom right now.
me: ah-so
Caleb: It's that fucking shampoo.
Caleb: Sweet.
me: AS IF
me: um, no
Caleb: Are you taking your computer?
Caleb: It gets to where a body has to work for a living.
Caleb: Not all of us are parasites of the system.
me: OK!!!!
Caleb: I have to get back to work.
Caleb: Alright.
me: word
Caleb: None of my allies are around yet.
Caleb: I'll see what I can do.
me: DO IT
me: ask around about jobs for me
Caleb: Sweet.
me: I SUPPOSE YOU CAN
Caleb: I can play the zombie game?