The line to the Dixon House phone is drowning in static right now, possibly from the snow on the lines, possibly just because I have abysmal luck right now. Ryan, if you'd glanced at Becca's guestbook or even her notes, or... yeah. Stuff. I know you did find the number eventually.

When I called before you were heading to work a) there was enough static to give me a headache and I could barely hear you, b) I realized that yes, you were indeed leaving for work, and c) once you said no again, I took you at your word, more or less.

Yes, I would like it if you and Becca came here instead of pretty much anything. I miss you, I miss Becca, and I think that if you got off your soapbox and out of your closet, as it were, you'd actually have fun out here. You know how odd things have gotten on and off between me and the Dixons and I'm still here, enjoying it. Candice is over, Cal just picked her up from the Max stop. Matt (Deb's Signifigant Other) is here, Yeon and possibly Aleah will be over soonish, there's food and alcohol and dammit, I MISS you.

I'm sorry I left you raging. I didn't mean to, and I wouldn't have if I realized; I just wanted off the freaking phone once I had your answer. *shrugs*

Yes, I think you should be here. Yes, I think Becca should be here. Yes, I know perfectly well that you think otherwise, so I'm leaving it at that.

I only cried a little bit. *shrugs again*