I can be such a bitch

I used to work with this guy at IAG called Mitch. We always had a laugh, I was mean to him, he loved it.

Recently Jane passed on my new e-mail address to him so he could say hi, here is what transpired:

Mitch: What the hell, Jane came over to my desk and was like 'Dude, Melinda misses talking to you so you better send her an email', and I was like, 'but I don't have it'.

Me: Haha, I know you cried on my last day, it's OK, I know you're sensitive. It's OK to feel Micth, it's OK to feel!!!!!

Mitch: My sensitivity was lost long ago, have you forgotten already?

Me: How are things with you, Jane fittin' in OK?

Mitch: Yeah Jane's cool, she likes to have a laugh but she can't give me sh*t as good as you, so I'm a bit disappointed. I thought you would of left some kind of guide for her to follow on giving me crap.

Me: Well anytime you need someone to take you down a peg just e-mail me something lame about your daily life (but don't cry me a f$cking river, 'cause I know it's all lame), and I'll do my best to make you hate yourself, K?

Mitch: I miss you