Uhm. So. I didn't misinterpret.
Trace stays very calm.

I'm not even bothering. Really. I wanted to have him killed...now...well...I'm just way too mellow. I do have a life to live - out of prison, sans embarrassment.

Excerpts from the end of a short icey ICQ message thread :

Me : Where do we stand?
Him : I dunno
Me: Well figure it out and let me know alright
/end

Soooo, what shall I be doing this week? I'm ducking U.W.I. Campus like the plague. They haven't seen me. I'm supposed to go help the girl. Blah.
I'm also supposed to hang with Ryan some time so I suppose I'll give him a call some time head down there and chill. He spoke of the niceities of being out of his house. I only am wishing. That would have been one of the premiere things about going away.

On one hand losing the comforts of mommy and daddy. I suppose you get used to it. I would. The cooking ... ah well a chance to appear anoerexic indeed.
I have nothing to talk about. I'm rambling. Lemme stop.