Oct 13, 2003 03:10
Dear Journal,
It has been awhile since I last came to visit to leave with you a message for my friends to read.
I regret nothing. I don't want to make you feel like some lost lover whose value basically boils down to a drunken booty call. I know that sometimes you need my love as much as I need yours. Although, sometimes I wonder if your love is simple egostroking.
Quite a few things have happened in the recent past. The details of these occurences really only matter to the people with whom I shared the adventures.
Or maybe I can't remember the details so I'm covering up. The answer is up to your interpretation.
I get the next two days off. The bamboo on the desk is growing nicely.
This is a boring entry.
Tomorrow I'd really like to cram in two movies. Maybe I can watch them while catherine studies and before thanksgiving dinner.
Cross your fingers for me.
Your friend,
Mike
PS. I am almost finished reading Love in the Time of Cholera. The main character's most recent lover is a schoolgirl who is sexually aggressive. Otherwise the book is excellent. I'm not sure what I'm going to read next but I've got shelves full of books that I haven't touched.
PPS. I must remember to do work on my dad's safety manual
PPPS. Catherine thinks I stink.