Again I would have sent you love right at the same time but my phone
tricked me into pressing the search for wi fi button which made it
search for wi fi, unsurprisingly thereby delaying my message until
now. This is possibly the worst email I've ever written to you. And
you're probably asleep. Oh my- how to save it. Think Emma. Think.
Breasty nipple suck Fuck me i'm your sister and I love it. There,
saved it. Phew. No, seriously, I do. And I am. Fuck me. Hard. Over the
table and up against the wall.


On 11/10/10, Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com> wrote:

Love.

On Tue, Nov 9, 2010 at 9:48 PM, Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com> wrote:

Yes, that was certainly a close one. I'm feeling pretty good tonight,
finishing up some work with Dwarf Fortress on in the background (I'm
building a system of moats and manufacturing steel for my troops) while
also
listening to amusing, trashy videos and drinking milkshakes.


On Tue, Nov 9, 2010 at 9:05 PM, emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com <
emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> wrote:

we sent this at the same time. And you're not dead! I am so happy.


On Wed, Nov 10, 2010 at 2:04 AM, emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com <
emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> wrote:

okay then, I will. You make my knees go weak and I feel sick a lot of
the
time. Either I have distemper or I'm in love with you. I'm going with
distemper.

ps I love you.


(I meant to send this before and fell asleep so I am sending it now) I
hope you didn't kill yourself in the meantime, in a Romeo and Juliet
type
death wish mix up poison thing. Because that would make me really really
REALLY sad. And I'd have to jump under a bus.


On Wed, Nov 10, 2010 at 1:28 AM, Barrett Brown
<barriticus@gmail.com>wrote:

Yes, you're mistaken. I know I don't get around to sending you as many
e-mails as you send me, but that's because I have lots going on that
needs
to be attended to, and this blog thing isn't doing much for my level of
free
time. Book the flight, sweetheart. I have to have you here.


On Tue, Nov 9, 2010 at 8:26 PM, emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com <
emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> wrote:

I'm not sure. It's a feeling. You seem distant, preoccupied. You
probably are, what with the National Review thing and all the other
stuff
you have to do.

For my part, I can't believe its all happening really. I am never this
fortunate. I need to get this flight sorted out and I do not want to
come if
you are having second thoughts about me, or about any aspect of this.
I make
Jessica mad with my doubts. She threw grapes at me. I'm sorry if I
make you
mad too. I'm very happy if in this case I'm entirely mistaken.


On Wed, Nov 10, 2010 at 1:16 AM, Barrett Brown
<barriticus@gmail.com>wrote:

What? Where did this come from? What makes you think anything has
worn
off?


On Tue, Nov 9, 2010 at 7:56 PM, emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com <
emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> wrote:

I kind of knew this would wear off for you. So I am hereby giving
you
your "out". I think you're utterly fantastic and I love you but I
never
really expected you to be in love with me and I don't want to hold
you to
anything you are uncomfortable with.

--
Regards,

Barrett Brown
512-560-2302

--
Regards,

Barrett Brown
512-560-2302

--
Regards,

Barrett Brown
512-560-2302

--
Regards,

Barrett Brown
512-560-2302