I'm sorry, I have a period obviously coming up and despite what some feminists say about whatever they say about periods - but I'm sure it's along the lines of *periods do not make any difference to a womans outlook/performance/ibido or breast size or ability to climb mountains and kill bears*, periods really fuck me over and I get ridiculously needy, tearful and in a suicidal mood. Not to mention the cramps and the blood everywhere and the attempts to strangle unsuspecting shopkeepers, run over cyclists and the kicking and punching of walls in rage. It is lucky you're in Texas and out of my way. Although sex normally makes me feel a lot better. I also love you.
I was about to write you a long and loving message about how I am here for you and I will support you but my head is banging, and I remembered that you probably wouldn't read it anyway, rolling your eyes and mumbling *women* under your breath, while stabbing a lion and anyway I have an urge to kill someone and I need to buy a huge amount of chocolate and eat it all at once whilst watching the saddest film I can possibly find. Yeah, I'm a woman. Don't fuck with me. On second thoughts, DO fuck with me. Fuck with me a lot. Fuck with me all over Dallas and Newcastle and Moscow (because we will definitely go to Moscow) and also Paris. Because although Paris is full of the horrible and utterly moronic French, it has beautiful architecture and nice pastries. And we must go.
I think you have come out of this LGF/LOG debacle rather well actually - you are terrifically amusing and come over as unconcerned and deliciously cool. You are also very young (about 14 according to most website commentary) so have plenty of time to carve a huge and powerful niche for your fine self in the world of literary shenanigans. I read something on someone called Donald Douglas's blog about Erik the Viking, along the lines that he's a pervert, or something. I wasn't paying much attention, to be honest, as it wasn't about you and I was garroting the Postman at the time, but this Douglas fellow was not very complimentary. Then I realised that the title of his blog, American Power, was an indication that he was possibly a right wing Nazi and it all made sense.
I have suddenly and inexplicably come over all soft and tearful and lovey dovey and am now speaking through the eyes of someone who is madly and totally in utter love with you (thats my eyes, then) and I will pull a cracker this Christmas. And that will be you.
I LOVE YOU BARRETT BROWN. Don't EVER leave me. Or I promise, I will hunt you down and MAKE YOUR PENIS HARD. VERY FUCKING HARD.
On Tue, Dec 21, 2010 at 4:41 PM, Barrett Brown
<barriticus@gmail.com> wrote:
Sweetheart, I've had a busy weekend. We thought my uncle was dead for much of it. I've broken off with several allies and had to ensure that it was done in such a way as to not make me look bad because if this had gone differently it would have largely fucked up pretty much my entire career. I'm still making "tweaks" in the aftermath. I've had to write something like 50 longish e-mails. Nonetheless, there was a not day in which we did not communicate.
On Tue, Dec 21, 2010 at 11:24 AM,
emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com <emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> wrote:
You must be exhausted.
Okay Im just gonna say it, i feel entirely disconnected from you in a way I have not felt - well, ever. It is really freaking me out.
On Tue, Dec 21, 2010 at 4:18 PM, Barrett Brown
<barriticus@gmail.com> wrote:
Yeah, I was mostly sleeping yesterday, I was out till 5 and didn't sleep till 7 then got woken up at ten.--
Regards,
Barrett Brown
512-560-2302
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Regards,
Barrett Brown
512-560-2302