-- Elizabeth Kenny  

Created on 7/17/01 from a letter written to Alison.
Conor and I click. I think I could understand the boy even if he spoke Cambodian, just because his gestures and body language are so vivid.
If I can get in contact Conor, I will tell him to hold off of his pursuit of a certain lass. But catching him once a year is generally a fluke and I've already seen him twice this year. Seems unlikely that I'd me gifted again. And this time, I proclaimed him my new male best friend, as I think I may have told you. So now it should be that much harder to contact him.

My friend Aria was hard to get a hold of when she only lived on Valhalla, when I solicited her company often and rarely received. Maybe it'll be easier to contact her in now that she is visiting Italy for a spell.

My friend Alison is trying to convince little Zanna lesbianism is an option because men are generally sucky. It's not to her, she just needs time. Trust me, I know how to tell if a girl is straight! Plus, I would be personally offended if she did not pass her genes on (In the far future when she is 25 at least, which will be the first time she even kisses a boy -- who will be her true love and devoted to her always -- and they will get married after a whirlwind courtship. Thereafter, he shall bring her to his mansion and, only after being made a duchess at least, shall she pass her genes on. Or she could just donate eggs... that'd work too), as I think she has wonderful ones.

I shall be vacationing in Lake George the 16-19 of August. I am understandably excited, though I go there every year.