you crazy emailers . . .

i get back to my desk and i have like 10 new emails . . . then it turns out to be a two minute conversation spaced out in one and two sentence emails . . .

i don't mean to be rude, but i'm glad sumita is not on the evite list . . . i just picture the revisiting of old times and having her either 1. give me beauty tips to improve my horrible appearance or 2. treat me like the man and either of these scenarios might result in edgar tearing her apart . . .

and if all i have to do is sleep in the same bed with a guy to have him include me on his epiphany/new contact email . . . i deserve a lot more emails than i'm getting!