TO: Xander FROM: Parker DATE: Thursday, October 18 6:15GMT
Catching up before I go to class, conjugating in Chinese. Unfortunately, no Chinese conjugation. That would be much more fun.
On the other hand, you're missing possessed board-games with funny monkeys.
Oh, sure, because that's not bad for the wardrobe. Pfttt.
And, okay, man-eating spiders, but what's a little man-eating between friends, right?
...!
Go ahead. Take it. That was me handing you the straight-line on a plate.
You're so polite, Xander, the way you hand over those straight lines without me even having to ask. Willow trained you well.
(...and as long as the friends have the same taste in men, then let there be dining in company!)
How about underemployed? I'd settle for that. Keep the Slayer, lose the vampires. She could save the world from dust bunnies, mimes, and bad cheese. Hunh. You know, she'd never suffer from lack of targets that way. The mime population can always use a little thinning.
Oh, or we could just hire her out to protect all the other kids from the Invasion of the Parents this weekend, poor bastards.
Is it that horrific and terrifying time of year already? Woo! I'm still not there! Yes!
No, I'm not sure if I mean the kids or the families. Better them than me, is all I'm saying. Thank God all I have to worry about is the evil undead.
True. The evil undead don't want to know about your classes or plans for the future or expect you to eat all the steak they order for you. We are so lucky to be past that.
And the bad cheese.
Okay, now you have to explain that. What is up with the limberger obsession?
Tell Bridge I miss him. And the Synthetron. But his Cabinet of Wonders is still doing its job, and keeping all my secrets for me. Which is a good thing, because certain people around here---
*watches Most Evil Roomie extravagantly tip-toe out of the suite to demonstrate how my typing in the living room woke her up, but she is Way More Considerate than I, and far too refined to do more than glare at me as she swans out*
Hey. You guys need bait for those things, right? Even if we're not sure it's human?
Mostly kidding, with affection for you and yours and none for the swan-ee
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Date: 2007-10-18 04:36 am (UTC)FROM: Parker
DATE: Thursday, October 18 6:15GMT
Catching up before I go to class, conjugating in Chinese. Unfortunately, no Chinese conjugation. That would be much more fun.
On the other hand, you're missing possessed board-games with funny monkeys.
Oh, sure, because that's not bad for the wardrobe. Pfttt.
And, okay, man-eating spiders, but what's a little man-eating between friends, right?
...!
Go ahead. Take it. That was me handing you the straight-line on a plate.
You're so polite, Xander, the way you hand over those straight lines without me even having to ask. Willow trained you well.
(...and as long as the friends have the same taste in men, then let there be dining in company!)
How about underemployed? I'd settle for that. Keep the Slayer, lose the vampires. She could save the world from dust bunnies, mimes, and bad cheese.
Hunh. You know, she'd never suffer from lack of targets that way. The mime population can always use a little thinning.
Oh, or we could just hire her out to protect all the other kids from the Invasion of the Parents this weekend, poor bastards.
Is it that horrific and terrifying time of year already? Woo! I'm still not there! Yes!
No, I'm not sure if I mean the kids or the families. Better them than me, is all I'm saying. Thank God all I have to worry about is the evil undead.
True. The evil undead don't want to know about your classes or plans for the future or expect you to eat all the steak they order for you. We are so lucky to be past that.
And the bad cheese.
Okay, now you have to explain that. What is up with the limberger obsession?
Tell Bridge I miss him. And the Synthetron. But his Cabinet of Wonders is still doing its job, and keeping all my secrets for me. Which is a good thing, because certain people around here---
*watches Most Evil Roomie extravagantly tip-toe out of the suite to demonstrate how my typing in the living room woke her up, but she is Way More Considerate than I, and far too refined to do more than glare at me as she swans out*
Hey. You guys need bait for those things, right? Even if we're not sure it's human?
Mostly kidding, with affection for you and yours and none for the swan-ee
Parker