Old emails

Since going back to school, I have revived some old skills. Procrastination is at the top of that list. The other day, when I should have been writing, I sifted through my email folders. The 'sent' box had about 900 messages. Maybe this kind of procrastination was warranted.

I have kept some of my oldest emails around to remind me of what a dickhead I can sound like. Here's a sample:

can I wish you a
happy millennium, or is the assinine word itself
enough to drive you bananas?  Ha!  Happy millennium!
I am saying it as often as possible, every opportunity
I get and THEN some.  I am obnoxious.

What did you do for the MILLENNIUM?
i got wasted and sang karaoke - with a few friends,
but mostly strangers.  Jesus.  I traded toques (that word is
Canada-wide, right?) with a guy.  Yeah.  I loved mine
to death, but, having had it for years, it was time to
let go, it really was.

Anything I write embarrasses me after a while. The thought of this blog, out there, in oblivion, for anyone to read, is a scary one.