November 30, 2003

 i do (and have always) feel/felt bad for you.  i lament for you as an
educator (i recall that one of my earliest emails to you was of a similar
vein) because you try to teach people things and they just don't get it.  it
must be incredibly frustrating.  my thoughts are with you.

i'm sorry that the salt in your urine burns your vagina when you pee.

tonight's musical attempts were unfruitful.  there was no chemistry.  there
are numerous examples of when members of bands experiment with other people.
  it happened with the beatles, radiohead, deathcab for cutie, etc.  it
doesn't mean that they don't appreciate their other band members, you know. 
likewise, there will always be the hypocritters even if you should, i don't
know, sing along while your brother plays guitar.  it means nothing.  in
fact, my resolve is stronger now - i want to make the hippocritters the best
worst band ever.  and... (*cue cheesy music*) ...i can't do it without you.

i'm pretty exhausted.  i think i'll go to bed.  please stop by my office
tomorrow.
the lover-in-your-arms,
mitchell k. (and not any of those other mitchells you've been with
[it hurts me to think about it])

p.s. your email made me laugh, especially the part about being shot by a
nerd.
p.p.s. did you go poo today while i was at your house (its been eating at me
all day)?