1998-09-24 - 03:15:00

Thursday, September 24, 1998

Dearest Beloved,

Today was a huge disappointment. This whole week I have been waking up very late. It is not very productive. My mom cheered my up by telling me to grow up and be serious.

Beloved, please send me voodoo-ready dolls that I may use at my discretion. No, I am not going to use one on Jorge! (I’m not? No, I am not.) That would be wrong, yeah right.

I wonder what Jorge is doing right at this moment. Maybe one day he will find himself reading this. In that case, I will ask you, Jorge, the following: Boxers or Briefs? How different would your life have been had you never met me? Knowing what you know now, would you choose to never have met me?

I am terribly sorry, Beloved, for making Jorge the ringmaster of the circus that my life became in high school. If I had the opportunity to change anything, I would definitely be less trusting, and more cynical. Anyway, I am going to go to sleep now. You can tell that I am falling asleep by the mistakes I have made all over the place, poit.

Bye…

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