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x-celsis.livejournal.com2003-05-09 06:43 pm
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Frost in Geneva
Hello students,
I thought I'd write you a little note to let you know how I'm getting on. I'm sure you must miss me terribly, but don't worry, I'll be home within a week or three.
Some words of advice. Never go to Geneva, it's a frightful place, and the Swiss are tedious people. I cannot for the life of me see the appeal of skiing. Nothing will induce me to wear a padded pastel bodysuit, and I have no desire to flail about looking like a monkey on polished mahogany. One simply cannot ski with poise. One cannot fondue with poise either, but there's a lot to be said for those little forks and molten cheese.
It has at least been a useful trip, as I've finally hired my new bankers, leaving the old ones wretched weeping shells of men who will never again see beauty in sunlight thanks to the passing of my great glory, and so on and so forth. All men are essentially wretched, children, never forget that lesson.
Speaking of which, when I return I shall be revising the business studies curriculum to reflect all the exciting new things I've learned these past few months. In the meantime, Mr Worthington, I hope you're still collating those press links and cuttings I've been sending home. There's a comparative business journalism module to be unravelled from all that.
You're always in my thoughts, children. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a flight to catch to Paris, where champagne and dancing will be in my thoughts, but I assure you you'll still be in there somewhere. I'll bring you back some salacious French movies if you're very good.
Love always,
Emma Frost.
I thought I'd write you a little note to let you know how I'm getting on. I'm sure you must miss me terribly, but don't worry, I'll be home within a week or three.
Some words of advice. Never go to Geneva, it's a frightful place, and the Swiss are tedious people. I cannot for the life of me see the appeal of skiing. Nothing will induce me to wear a padded pastel bodysuit, and I have no desire to flail about looking like a monkey on polished mahogany. One simply cannot ski with poise. One cannot fondue with poise either, but there's a lot to be said for those little forks and molten cheese.
It has at least been a useful trip, as I've finally hired my new bankers, leaving the old ones wretched weeping shells of men who will never again see beauty in sunlight thanks to the passing of my great glory, and so on and so forth. All men are essentially wretched, children, never forget that lesson.
Speaking of which, when I return I shall be revising the business studies curriculum to reflect all the exciting new things I've learned these past few months. In the meantime, Mr Worthington, I hope you're still collating those press links and cuttings I've been sending home. There's a comparative business journalism module to be unravelled from all that.
You're always in my thoughts, children. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a flight to catch to Paris, where champagne and dancing will be in my thoughts, but I assure you you'll still be in there somewhere. I'll bring you back some salacious French movies if you're very good.
Love always,
Emma Frost.