Ah, there, you see, Sib? Her Kimness loves me; she has taken my side in the matter, she approves of her story being...

...... used.... for evil.

Such as tormenting me.

.............................. HUMPH.

Dangit, you two are making me want a Crackberry! I tell myself that with one, I could finally organise my life, and maybe even sent txts. I refuse to resort to txt-speak, so texting is a long, drawn-out affair for me.