my email to the void

I’m really not sure who to address, as I have no clue who I am writing this to as of yet. I guess if you receive this email you should feel proud or lucky or something… or not. But really, I intend to ramble for as long as you will read (something I will probably never know, thus making my end of the deal really rather, open-ended?) and then address it to whomever comes to mind. Of course, you’re probably a pretty close friend or another dork if you get this, because who wants to let people who don’t know you that well think you’re crazy? If you followed and understood that sentence, that probably explains why you’re getting this email.

Won’t it be ironic to see who actually does receive this rather long, rather pointless thing? Mmm, yes I believe it will be.

So, on that note, I will continue with the email. (who guessed?) I just finished watching “Meet the Parents”, and I personally feel that we should immediately send a copy to my sister’s boyfriend. *evil little sister laugh* Think about it… must be a cat lover (if you haven’t seen the movie, you have to listen to this guy’s theory on why cat’s are better than dogs – cracks me up), cannot smoke, and must ask the father’s permission for his daughter’s hand in marriage. It’s totally my family. Weird? My family? What? King Pellinore? Yes, well, quite possible. But then again, that explains why I would be sending such a pointless email out to… well, who knows? Right, well the movie about drove me up the wall, but it WAS humorous. Hehe… could also explain my mood, though the mood was there before I watched the movie, oddly enough. What mood? you say… well, um, the mood that is coming across in this email in a very drastic way. This rather dry, rather cynical, yet a little playful? mood… THIS mood. “the ridiculous…” Um, “Man of La Mancha” Or not…

Moving on… (are you still reading? sucker… like, beaucoup…)

Would anyone like to tell me why in the world we had snow today? I really felt it was quite out of place and a little pushy of nature to do that. I mean, I wake up at around 11 am, walk out into my grandmother’s kitchen, start talking to my parents, and suddenly stop mid sentence, staring out the window onto the deck. What am I looking at? Um, try the white cold stuff that has accumulated on the deck. SNOW? What is that? It’s APRIL. MID APRIL, for God’s sake. We don’t need anymore snow. Goodness.

Do you think there’s a random email address out there that I could just start EMAILING? Just for the HECK of it? Address it to “the void” or some other various non-descrip nothingness. I’ve been watching too many movies. I watched “You’ve Got Mail” yesterday, right? (yes, run for you lives when I mention that movie) What a LOVELY movie. At any rate, she says, “goodnight, dear void” when she’s emailing him. Isn’t that perfect? Ahh, I think my life should BE that movie. Well, it practically is, other than the happy ending we love each other let’s kiss part. That doesn’t belong in my life at all… how could we forget? Oh, I guess you didn’t forget – that was just me.

Still reading, I see… what the HECK is wrong with you people? *coughs* Did I mention I’m sick? Quite.

I think I’m going to end this email now. I know you’re quite relieved. Thanks for reading, if you’re still reading. If you cheated, as I know some of you do (mostly by personal experience – whoops) and just scrolled right on down to the bottom to read the clincher, you suck. 😛

G’night…

@~>~>-me