Yesterday, from Lily…
Subject: The latest proof of divine existence.
1) Find attached a photo of Gerard sans gear and dye: he’s still hawtt and it’s obvious he must have been human at some point. MayB there’s still hope 4 gearless, dyeless goth me when he eventually returns 2 his natural state!
2) My skin medicine is working. Keep yr fingers crossed.
3) The bus came when I got 2 the stop! W-O-W!
4) Most valid proof: THEY R POURING WET CEMENT IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE. I’m waiting 2 hours till its dark, and then I’m going down there with a screwdriver and going apeshit.
Then, today, from Lily:
Subject: Proof there is no God.
1) That fucking cement was fucking Kwikdry and it fucking fucked me.
2) I spent THREE HOURS struggling up 2 City College 4 one lousy record -40 minutes waiting 4 the bus. Bus breaks down. Wait 4 second bus with a preteen who asks if I sleep in a coffin. Second bus comes. Arrive train station. Uptown train shut. Take downtown train. Take express uptown back up past local stops. Take local train BACK dowtonwn 2 hit missed stop. Tromp up world’s steepest hill in SUNLIGHT WITH NO SUNSCREEN – and when I got there…..the building had been bulldozed. It was literally a pile of rubble with the bulldozer still sitting on it.
3) I just threw out all that perfectly good generic Nyquil 2 prove I’m not addicted 2 it 3 days ago. Now I have a cold.
4) Gerard Way’s still not dating me.