241st and 242nd email

From: Stacey Marchenkova   
To: dom borax < mailto:printthisplease@hotmail.com >
Sent: Saturday September 26th, 1999 22:21PM
Subject:  Busy Man

Hey are you out screwing some LA chick…? Huh? It’s been days…and you’re dancing with some wannabe actress...I reckon…email me back…I feel you’re not interested…I feel you’ve got your Hand down her top and speaking all Australian…being exotic…stop being all landscape gardenery…in a musky singlet and a rake and concrete and brick dust hair and practical manliness…breathing your randy breath all over her face…stop it…stop it now…email me…ring me…don’t be with her…be with me…just me…don’t even flirt…don’t even talk to them…they're all after fame and will do anything for it…they’re all slags…bleach blonde…eye makeup…big toothed and smashed lipped slags…but they won’t love you…they can’t love you…they’re not capable of seeing beyond themselves…because that’s love…being able to selflessly see the other person…to be able to forget about yourself…stop existing…be all for the other…

And I fucking love you…

Stacey Anna Marchenkova

From: Stacey Marchenkova   
To: dom borax < mailto:printthisplease@hotmail.com >
Sent: Sunday September 27th, 1999 10:21AM
Subject:  I am so Sorry

Oh my fucking god…I just saw the last email…I am so ashamed…I don’t know what to say…I’m only glad you haven’t responded before I could send this crawling forgive me post script…I am sure it’s a little too late…but it’s all I can do now…so, so sorry…I don’t mean it…really I don't..well not it’s tone…anyway…I mean, I am a little jealous…and I do want you to email me…and I do want to be yours and you to be mine…only mine…only yours…if you know what I mean…I think I’m just feeling insecure at the moment and after a few drinks again…it all got to much and I let it spill out…and it’s not me…I know I can be emotional but I’m not cruel…I don’t think I’m cruel…I’m not cruel am I?

Hope you’ve found a good place to eat that makes you happy…?

Love

Stacey