So, I think I've over stepped and over taxed and undone.
You did write. You missed my emails.
And ...back and forth; and then I said I missed your voice and your sense of humour.

S'awrite. I'll wait until you miss my emails again, I guess.
I'm not sure if this is enough with you. Back in the old days, when you wrote more than 2 words, or 2 sentances (oohhh, don't tax yourself) I really enjoyed the word play.

Since things have been done and discovered and won't likely be happening ever again (sigh) I think I need to shake you off.
I sure want to, today.
Just...when I asked you what you did and you copy/pasted your job description, I just felt like slapping your arrogant face. What the hell spin shit is that? I do, actually, want to know what it is you do. Maybe I'd like to do it too?

I wish something would happen to justify my emailing you, but it would have to be big. It's your turn.
I want to call you before you go to Colombia, just to hear your voice before you go...Not that a manager in a large utlility from North America would be remotely attractive for kidnapping, or anything. I think Nov. 15 ...before, but not just before; that might be inconvenient.
~sigh~
It would be nice to know you are interested in communicating with me. Nice.