Subject: I am worried about you |
From: Emma Allan <emilieduchatelet8@gmail.com> |
Date: 4/2/11, 01:49 |
To: Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com> |
Are you okay? Been awake the past hour wanting to reach out to you and stopping myself. But I want to help you and will do so. So I'm reaching out. With my incredibly long arms across the sea and ooop I poked your ass.
If you are in jail I will be VERY ANNOYED.
I love your ass etc. Which means all of you etc. Are you having horrid withdrawals? I'd have them for you if I could. Can't bear to think of you in pain.
The last I heard we were going to Skype then we didn't and then everything went quiet and now I am worried I did something wrong and you hate my ass. Which means all of me etc.
It's really not the same when I explain the ass phrase every time I use it, is it. It sounds so unfinished in my head. My ass gets anxious that I'm using it wrongly. In this case ass means mind. I think that's wrong isn't it. Ass doesn't mean mind in the vernacular. It should mean all of me.
For the next ten minutes I will be debating ass with myself. In the meantime please let me know what my ass did wrong or my ass will call the police. My ass loves you. By ass I mean me and not a donkey I suddenly own. Although if I did own a donkey it would love you too.