4.07.98

background: evan gave me a little stuffed rabbit, and i named it bunny. the other night when a bunch of us east quad miscreants went to target, ethan played with bunny and i forgot to get bunny back. but i wasn't sure. all i knew was that bunny was nowhere near me. in a panic, i called ethan and left a message asking him to email me if he had my darling bunny. dummy me forgot that ethan's computer is down and that email is not an option for the lad. however, ethan was good enough to trek down to the computer lab and let me know what was up.

dear annie.

oooh that's so funny teasing me like that. it's such a hoot that you just said 'oh just email me' on the telephone. do you have to rub it in my face? do you have to repeatedly remind me of my invalid computer? it's like this: say you've just had both your arms chopped off by oh say, a chainsaw. then i come along and drop something and say 'oooh annie, will you pick that up for me with your arms that just got chopped off?' haha and then i laugh maniacally and you just turn red and want to hit me, but the fact is, you can't, cuz you don't have any arms. hahha.

well then, annie. yes, i do have your bunny. i have your bunny and your bunny is just fiiine. i think bunny likes me! bunny told me that he no want to go back to annie! however, i would be willing to go against bunny's will and return him to your posession for one small request. i need to use your computer tonite annie. hahah. and i think it would be fun if we wrote each other's journal, cuz frankly i don't want to write mine. ok? yes, bunny thinks that would be a very good idea.

one more thing. bunny says 'buck buck buck, i'm not a real bunny, i'm related to the cadbury egg bunny'. oops that's not it. i think he really said that your ass can just call ethan this time cuz he ain't got no access in his room no mo'. y'hear?

bunny hopes that your day went well, and guess what bunny heard at dinner today? NEIL MEREDITH EATS RABBITS ON EASTER!! bunny screamed and had convulsions on the dinner table out of the sheer horror of the prospect of a family eating rabbits on the one day in the year when they are glorified. then i was like 'bunny, okay you've proved your point, stop having convulsions on the dinner table, i'm trying to eat for pete's sake' but bunny wouldn't stop, i don't think he was joking, but i didn't give him time to indicate whether he was or not, i had to grab him off the table and chuck him in my backpack cuz neil was starting to lick his lips.

annie. call me. on the telephone.