The Obliteration of Memories

[x_los]

I'm on an epic quest to kick my crushing backlog of neglected correspondence. I responded to my months-old facebook wall posts today, got well over half-way through my inbox on that, and purged my gmail inbox from over 350-something to 28, and lowering. I've found enough tidbits of information I needed to keep to make a massive notes file, in addition to all the crap I've archived.

Among them, have a bit of conversation I found amusing:

me: well I'm not like, anger-bears over it:

I offered myself up as a war-correspondent, which is what any respectable 22 year old in a perilous sittuation would do

  I can't offer more

 Sam: I say again, they are fools

  and whores

and egg sucking bastards

me: they suck so many eggs people think they're snakes

  I have seen them at it

  it is horrible to behold

Sam: they should be set upon by mongooses!

 me: Mongeese? WHATEVER THAT PLURAL MIGHT BE!

  ...mongoosi?Sam: Mongese!
am: Monsoon!!!

  of Mongeese

 me: ...that one is the BEST sam

 

Comments

[mister-duster.livejournal.com]

I almost forgot we had this conversation. I always wanted a pet mongoose - named Rikki Tikki Tavi.

[x-los.livejournal.com]

That would be so sweet. And you can still live that dream! Run, Sam, run to the pet shop!