the one where i rush around in my underpants screaming like a girl

so guess which internet’s sweetheart/supergenius got an e-mail from her most favorite cute cute cute slacker writing teacher? yeah, that’d be me. sure he was asking if there was truth to the rumor of the third paul show and sure he threatened to make Dale (my current writing teacher) get all chucky on my ass if i admitted that i knew and did not tell him about the presale but. . . but. . . he asked if i got good seats and

well he FUCKING E-MAILED ME.

i wish FFJ were here to tell you what a momentous occassion this really is. she’ll tell you when she gets back, i’ll make her.

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