2001-09-20 - 12:26 a.m.

Dearest Beloved,

I cannot help but feel bad for my cousin.

There's nothing I can say to her that can help her. I have never had a relationship of that type. She has evolved her emotions to that point. I do not feel left out, nor could I ever feel the need to share my life like that...so far.

I am empty. This is not really news. My eternal sadness is just that, eternal...infinite.

Things I have to do tomorrow:

laundry

call phone company

call long distance phone company

call for catalog order update

pay gas bill

sent credit card payments

clean kitchen

clean bathroom

fix apron

vacuum

call for update of new vacuum

update resume

Oh yeah, my new porn tape came in today. It is really tame. I fast forward through the whole thing. I need to leave positive feedback.

The guy who sold me my other tape got mad at me because I left him neutral feedback. He sent my video in a used pizza box. It got squashed, it had oil and bread residue, and he sent it with media rate shipping. It could have arrived in half the time if he had sent it via priority mail. He charged enough for shipping to have sent it faster and professionally.

Oh well, that's life with cheap porn.

It's time for me to sell all that porn I bought.

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