Fate's Bitch

Jaye's in her room with the door open, looking at a bottle of Jim Beam and the Little Wooden Boy Dave on her desk in turn. She looks like she's making a serious choice here.


[Entertain me.]

[Private E-mail, post is open, for mun is home sick and bored]


To: Mahandra (ardnaham@gmail.com)
From: Jaye Tyler (jaye.tyler@fandomhigh.com)
Subject: Check it out, I'm alive!

And not insitutionalized!

Sharon was in this weekend for the whole parents thing. Besides nearly killing Le French Dude at the hotel when they lost her reservation, she wasn't too embarrassing. Okay, no, that's a total lie. She was in nicotine withdrawal, she called Mr. The Tick a sex fetishist, and she had to sleep on my floor for two nights because she's too good for the hall. Best part had to be when some chick showed up with a camera crew asking about one of the Logans and called Sharon old. Ha! Now I need to meet this Logan guy. I think he's the one who was a bunny. No, really. I told you this place was weird.

Halloween party at Wednesday's (lab partner) place last night. It was pretty cool, except maybe when Callisto got possessed by a ghost and I got to stand there and have no idea of what to do. He seemed nice enough besides that, but leave it to me to meet the ghost all the other ghosts avoid. Oh, and he called me flat-chested.

So how was your weekend? :)


-Jaye

*****

Jaye sends off the E-mail and closes the window. Tah dah, see how communicative she can be? She opens the door to the room, grabs a bag of Halloween candy and tears it open, and looks for someone interesting to pass by. Anyone uninteresting might have something pelted at them.