Okay that doesn't sound too taxing. I can probably masturbate whilst
doing it. Which is always a plus in any task. I already love your mum
and dad for having you, insane or no.
You have not told me you adore and love me for ages. Well since we
google saw each other the other day when you typed I love you Emma.
And I nearly passed out with lust. So yes you have told me but not for
a little while.
I want you to fuck me like nothing else I've ever ever wanted. Ever.

On 11/20/10, Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com> wrote:

Good, I'm going to masturbate as soon as my mom leaves, assuming she does
leave. She's fucking insane. Luckily I got her set of keys to my apartment
back the other day. She was freaked out because she was convinced that my
freezer wasn't working properly when clearly it is and my dad had to leave
the room during a meeting with Lou Sessions so he could call my apartment
because she called him to do it knowing I would not have.

You can go to the new science journalism doc, look at who we have, and match
up some writers with scientists based on common areas of expertise and
interest as shown in the spreadsheet, then let me know who should be paired
with whom (just three or four pairs for now until we've gotten the rest of
the data inserted) and then I'll make the introductions.

On Sat, Nov 20, 2010 at 4:05 PM, emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com <
emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> wrote:

Coats? Mums are hilarious. Mine isn't. She's a pain in the fucking arse.

I know you are busy and I apologise again for being mean. I did feel mean
after I wrote it. If you could see me as I say things you'd know I was
being
playful and if I am ever mean its only because I want to make you fuck me.
In fact just assume that everything I do is to make you fuck me. I'm very
turned on again. Its the thought of you being a Texas businessman. (lol) I
am a sucker for men who stride around being proactive and doing things.
With
a Texas accent. Called Barrett Brown. Those type of men.

I can't imagine having all that stuff to do. It would drive me bonkers.
Let
me help you. I mean it. I can do more than masturbate, and be tit fucked.
Although Im very good at masturbating. I'd win the Olympics if they had
masturbating in it. Im going to watch Lord of the Rings (extended edition)
I
love that film. I have watched it a billion times. Im suddenly and
alarmingly quite sick of it now actually because I just thought about you
fucking me rigid and LOTR seemed idiotically banal in comparison. Can I
just
say I absolutely adore you. Love Emma xxx


On Sat, Nov 20, 2010 at 8:43 PM, Barrett Brown
<barriticus@gmail.com>wrote:

I know, didn't take it that way. You've got to understand that even a
12-hour delay in me getting back to you on occasion doesn't mean
anything.
To say I'm busy wouldn't even begin to cover it. Just the oil and gas
stuff
alone would count as a job and it's not even really my job. Project PM
takes
up a lot of time and so does the blog, the book reworking,
correspondence,
new articles, reading up on related issues, working on the film
treatment,
and thinking about how to proceed next on various things as well as
sitting-around-and-theorizing time plus additional online meetings with
PM
people. I just now got out of this meeting which lasted almost 3 hours
and
now I've got to finish my book proposal and deal with Wynne LeGrow and do
a
bunch of shit for the new wiki and I'm pretty sure my mom's coming over
to
make me try on coats.


On Sat, Nov 20, 2010 at 12:34 PM, emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com <
emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> wrote:

I'm sorry that sounded mean. Of course you have things to do and you
need to unwind and have a drink and get stoned. I just miss you and
sometimes that comes over as mean especially over email when one can't
convey intonation or expression. My voice is pretty playful so even if
I was being mean you'd laugh.
I don't mean to be mean.

On 11/20/10, emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com <emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com>
wrote:

When you ignore me for a day and go out drinking I cannot get in the
necessary libidinous mood to make one. I need to FEEL you. Do you feel
me? I need to feel connected and wanted and loved and desired and
wanted and all of that stuff that makes you vomit.

On 11/20/10, Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com> wrote:

Also, where's my video?

On Sat, Nov 20, 2010 at 10:51 AM, Barrett Brown
<barriticus@gmail.com>wrote:

Love. Fuck you from behind for an hour.


On Sat, Nov 20, 2010 at 10:50 AM, Barrett Brown
<barriticus@gmail.com>wrote:

Combination thereof; took out potential investor/Lou Reese contact

last

night after leaving office then met up with friend, got mildly

drunk,

came
home and smoked weed and fell asleep. Just woke up. Have to go to

some

French coffee shop in an hour to meet with him again this time with

our

head
fellow. I did masturbate about you more passionately than usual
last
night
and for longer. Have to jump in shower and go now but will be back

soon

enough.


On Sat, Nov 20, 2010 at 5:14 AM, emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com <
emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> wrote:

But failing miserably.

1. Texas has no electricity
2, You fell asleep for 19 hours and are still asleep (reading this

in

your sleep)
3. You hate me (impossible) (but possibly possible) (no, Emma,
IMPOSSIBLE) I just smacked my own face.
4. You are in jail (I'll visit you and we'll work out how to have
prison
sex under the desk)
5. You are searching paranomal websites
6. The aliens contacted you
7. William Dembski kidnapped you
8. You and William Dembski are now a couple
9. I am hunting William Dembski down
10. Double digits knock the alignment right out.
11. #11 was You are dead but I can't even write
12. Do not read #11. It is NOT TRUE. There, I cancelled it out.
13. Aggh bad luck
14. phew
15. PLEASE EMAIL ME
16. sobbing now
17. My nipples hurt from pinching them whilst thinking about you.

--
Regards,

Barrett Brown
512-560-2302

--
Regards,

Barrett Brown
512-560-2302

--
Regards,

Barrett Brown
512-560-2302

--
Regards,

Barrett Brown
512-560-2302

--
Regards,

Barrett Brown
512-560-2302