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How did the LDS people get my e-mail anyway?

And why do I receive e-mails for my grandmother who 1) doesn't have an e-mail address anyway and 2) does not know mine?

These are the things I wonder when I clean out my inbox.

Also, where did my syllabus for Donne and His Critics go? In my pack-rat nature I need it to put with my work from that class. ETA: Found it! Was in my bag with my Chaucer course packet.

Not a question, but I have to say that though I may complain about the many, many plot bunnies, I love it when my friends enable me. :) In other words, probably posting ficlet-thing later.

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Date: 2007-06-19 05:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
When I read this for the first time I read LSD people.

Then I thought about how THEY could get your email.
After that, I came up with a solution to THAT question...

they just typed in a random assortment of letter because they were crazy on LSD and came up with your email and sent you a profound amount of emails.

yup, i'm a genius.

but then I realized you typed LDS people and NOT LSD and couldn't come up with a feasible answer... thus losing the war.

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Date: 2007-06-20 05:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Y'know, I think the same sort of idea could probably be applied to the LDS people...

Don't give up the fight, Michele! We can't let them win!

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Date: 2007-06-21 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I swear they did not get it from me!

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Date: 2007-06-21 10:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Darn! You were totally at the top of my list of suspects! ;)

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Date: 2007-06-22 08:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
They have spies. Everywhere. They hide in the bushes in their white button down shirts, black ties, secretly mapping out your every move. The nametags actually have chips in them that take and send satellite images of you to their big super-scary computer in Provo. You were in the database from the first elder you saw wandering the streets of Royal. We're all screwed. They're from Mars. They will take over the world.

Or probably they're like telemarketers and have mysterious ways of obtaining personal and confidential information.


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