Dear Buffistas,
I am Aimee's work. I have eaten her - starting with her plump and ample behind.
You shall never see your Empress again.
Signed,
Aimee's Work
OMG, I have gotten the EXACT SAME work letter. Yet, I am not really doing much of anything. Stupid jetlag. Stupid cold.
Hmm. British vengeance? Isn't that something like making someone bend over and take twenty of the best?
ION, Laura got sick too. What IS this crud? I really hope I didn't pass it on to anyone. I'm home sick for the second day.
Aw, that is sad. I demand both of you get well, post-haste.
I, as such, do not have the crud.
Ah, P-C, there will be no 'Good Job!' type compliments Chez Reason, unless they are directed at Perky Goths. Instead, there will be a Mass Slaughter of Housepoints.
Hee. Sadly, the "Good job!" was directed...to you.
Because I honestly thought that was you.
In which case...good job, Pete.
(But aha, Fay, thank you for reminding me of the House Points; I must remember to include them in my write-up of the weekend.)
Nora, work is suckin' today. My brilliant plan to hide my work I didn't finish? It's now all due EOB TODAY.
Dammit.
Pete! When will the transcribed F2F COMMs be posted in the real COMM? Inquiring minds are impatient and bored at work!
I really hope I didn't pass it on to anyone.
Scene from near the beginning of the prom...
Consuela (dressed to the nines, complete with white feather boa): Ed! I haven't hugged you yet. [Hug]
Fuck.
I really am sorry, if it was me.
Is anyone sick that I didn't hug?
Well, you hugged me pretty good more than once, and I didn't get it. I'm normally very susceptible to crudness.