2002-04-25 - 11:58 p.m.

beloved,

i just finished re-reading my older entries and it is very disappointing to see how terrible my grammar and penmanship have remained. i have now decided to move my entries to another notebook, and as i will, i shall try to edit out all the mistakes and add more relevant information.

today i went to the video store that has x-men vs. street fighter. i won all the games i played by myself, but felt bored because no one challenged me. at the store i saw a good looking guy; it made me feel lonely and ugly. i, too, was surprised (being sarcastic). i usually feel fat, too.

here's how i met michael leija:

in february of 1997 we began to received a lot of phone calls asking for an antonio that had possed on playgirl magazine's amateur section. they got our number from the phone book. i am still debating whether it was a curse or a wonderful random event. so for most of the month we got fags calling the house asking for the good looking antonio.

the callers ranged from shy fags in their teens to older fags who were not shy at all and some even wanted to have phone sex with me. i'm glad in the only one that answers the phone, otherwise father or brother might have thought they were really asking for me.

michael was the last caller and we hit it off. well, he asked me stuff and i ,of course, answered him. i knew he was lying about his work and his age, but he seemed interested in me. by the way, he called me long distance. he lives in maryland.

there was one woman that did call and she too was interested in me. i was not interested in her though. after awhile and some questions later, she did finally resist her urge to ask me to meet her and her gay co-worker at their hotel room. she was very horny, as may flight attendants well may be.

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