I sent Alyssa yet another email last night, and upon returning home from a friends party in Toronto, discovered that i've finally received a response from her. I read it, half expecing it to be her telling me to fuck off and leave her alone, instead what I got was this:
I forgive you. Happy birthday. I understand everything and we're fine.
I don't quite know what to think of it, it's so blunt and to the point. It sounds almost like a brushoff, like "alright, fine, whatever." I want to email her again and try to get a little bit more out, but I don't want to aggravate an already poor situation. *sigh* what's a boy to do?
also
I found these in a candy store whilst in Toronto and couldn't pass them up.
They smell like Beggin' Strips and good god, the taste is like fake bacon and mint, but it's not an instant thing. The only way to describe it is that the taste just, well, it just happens.
Dear Mouth;
I'm so sorry.
Love; Zort
Those bacon mints sound DISGUSTING!