<p>i love you too, zuckie <em>hug</em></p>
<p>emptied, eckie. do you want a hug too, emo girl?</p>
<p>eckie and megs, get aim...now.</p>
<p>this **** isnt as fun as if we could have an aim chat or something.</p>
<p>I can't get AIM...psycho parents. Sorry.</p>
<p>screw you megalo.</p>
<p>ask your parents to fix it.</p>
<p>call me up. ill talk to them.</p>
<p>hahaha...they've forbidden me from talking to girls and firewalled my comp...just a little too formidable for you, i would think.</p>
<p>bring them on...ill set them straight.</p>
<p>how do you plan on doing that?</p>
<p>b1tchslappings...followed by a courteous discussion.</p>
<p>hehe</p>
<p>Unlikely to succeed.</p>
<p>I'm bored! Somebody amuse me!</p>
<p>you fools stay up so late............tsk tsk :rolleyes:</p>
<p>i know.</p>
<p>we're such rebels</p>
<p>Haha...wow. Today was so freaking cold! Maybe I should go running later in the day...</p>
<p>ya think?</p>
<p>retard.</p>
<p>be nice........</p>
<p>you seem rich, mega. get a treadmill!</p>
<p>Heh, I'm not rich. And even if I were, I don't like treadmills. They screw with my gait.</p>
<p>I hate thread mills TOO</p>
<p>so tonight is my parents' annual (slightly late) holiday party.
oh how i'm looking forward to dealing with drunken, creepyish middle aged men</p>
<p>Awww...sad. You should just leave. And yes, thread mills are horrible places to work.</p>
<p>And tread mills are horrible things on which to exercise:p</p>
<p>And the bloody College Board's bloody SAT score report, which I ordered in mid-October, along with my Stanford rush report, still hasn't been filed at USC, or might not even have gotten there. So I need to fax them a score report Monday. How utterly delightful!</p>
<p>let's go SEAL on the collegeboard HQ</p>
<p>saaay what?</p>