Internet Romeo

Dylan: [Typing] Dear Darith, you are hawt. I know you are far away and junk...

Dylan: [Typing] ...but I think you are teh sh..

Dylan: Damn it, that sounds so stupid.

[Hits the back space key.]

Dylan: [Typing] Dear Little Miss Thang. You've got it going on! So what you bite people and don't like sunlight? A lot of people don't. I think--

Dylan: This net speak stuff it moronic. Where did people find it? Three year olds. And the you've got it going on? I think I ripped that off of an old Backstreet Boys song.

::grumble::

::sigh::

Dylan: [Typing] Dear Miss Way-Too-Hawt-Vamp, You are way too fine not be mine!

Dylan: GAH! Jesus, I'm rhyming now. And badly. Someone please shoot me.

Dylan: [Typing] My mom is loaded and she'll pay for you to fly out here.

Dylan: Great... lie, bribery AND get myself in trouble. Not like I don't spend Mom's money what little she has, but I think I've sunk to a new low. Go me.

Eve: [Calling from the next room] Dylan? Are you using my work computer? You know you're not supposed to be using that!

Dylan: Woe... Jeez. Just sending an email, Eve-Baby. I'll be right off!