mi rang

MI RANG NAM. l e a g u e of o r d i n a r y l e a d e r s . t e c h i e code name: hardwire

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FROM: Hardwire
TO: Theta
SUBJECT: ( Charlie )

I. HATE. FUNERALS.

They're so goddamn boring. Seriously, Nat I wanted to call you to come and shoot up the whole damn place, because if they were going to make me die of boredom I at least wanted to take some of them out with me. And the only thing worst than a funeral is a wake. That's just. Fucking. Creepy. People are going up and looking at this corpse that's been stuffed, injected, and painted and it's just gross. Stop it. It's not poignant. Just nasty. And then some people touch it. DIAF.

I hated that old woman anyway. "Blah blah blah Mi Rang, your Korean is flawed." WELL WHO'S SPEAKING BETTER KOREAN NOW BITCH!?

I'm glad no one I give a shit about died while I was gone because I'm NOT going to anymore emo fests.

[Private to Nat & Lance]
........JEREMY!?!?!

OMG ITS LIKE HIGH SCHOOL AGAIN HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

JEREMY!JEREMY! You should like, start playing Hawthorn Heights and wearing eyeliner. I mean like all the time and not just when you're at your NIGHT JOB. HAHAHA

[PASSWORD PROTECTED: ACCESS GRANTED TO NAT]
Can't. Believe. I. Wasn't. The First. To. Know.
Okay well, maybe not first. Like, the third. WTF!?