September 09, 2003

8:20 AM - el mysthterio (not Spanish but a lisped hybrid)

i finally received the email this morning.
my use of victorian era imagery was supposed to humour you, not anger you. 
don't be mad, please.  pretty please with beef drippings on top?
though, i am not opposed to virginity, are you?

i didn't actually see your car.  i saw look-a-likes.  other red celicas. 
one was definately not your car, it was clearly a newer edition.  the other
could have been yours: it was dark in the park and i really couldn't tell
either way.  and i wasn't about to investigate because, hey, its not my
business if you're at the park.  besides. an investigation could have only
led to potential moments of awkwardness.
i didn't see the raccoons, either.  though, i did manage to interupt a small
gathering of people at a fire-pit as i searched for daniel et al.  how
embarrassing?

as the gender of your car has never been established, i feel that you are
jumping to conclusions.  in fact, i refer to men as sluts all of the time. 
it has nothing to do with gender, but rather, sexual promiscuity (which, i
don't really have a problem with, either, though i feel that without
reflection, it can be potentially damaging).

sherry jacowzki does not and has not ever liked my shoes.  she tells me this
all of the time.  in fact, just last night she said, "oh, i see you're back
to velcroes," and then laughed nervously.

i'm really surprised that you ("femi-nazi" as a young boy named eric once
said to me) never commented on the sentence, 'probably with the period after
"hi"'.  it's true (says jockular mike), periods ruin everything.

"You were star of my dream last night."  thanks, it's nice to be good for
something.

true, i am quite fond of jack.  he (unlike anthony) did not annoy me.  he
(unlike anthony) didn't always try to join my group.  he (unlike anthony) was
not fat and scruffy (not a valid reason for disliking someone).  he (unlike
anthony) was not called on by the teacher to pull down the overhead thingy.

try emailing or calling today.  its hard to say where i may be.  i might be
going for breakfast with david and shae (if shae's mother goes, then i'm
uninvited [i'm beginning to detect a pattern here]).  if not, david wants me
to go for lunch, which i will not.  too late, besides i am not feeling
accommodating (is this spelled wrong? its too early to think).  let me know
when you can lay me.

regards,
herr Wexler

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5:19 PM – not looking for sympathy


 yes.  i may have been silly today.  i apologize.  i was feeling a wee bit
sad about both the departure and pre-departure neglect of my dear friend
david.  it reinforces my theory that i am merely a novelty.  i keep people
excited for a short while, then they lose interest.  if this is the case, i
guess i shouldn't complain because i've held david's attention for seven
years.  ho hum.  i'd like to thank you because i had a nice time this
afternoon.  you made me smile.
wow - here i am on a plate again, no more than two months since i said i
don't want to be on a plate anymore.  fortunately you and i don't know the
same people so you can't really tell anyone what a dork i am.  except vicky.
  and melanie.  and richard. and (soon to be) sherry.  oh dear, i'm going back
to the examination table, i just know it.
well, while i'm at it, here's something that i've never told another person
(and i only tell you because you made me feel bad about it): it is true that
i had a crush on you sometime after xmas, but it really wasn't anything too
serious.  as soon as (well, maybe not "as soon as", but more like "shortly
after") i realized that i actually liked you, i decided that it wasn't fair
to either sokjir nor myself, so i decided to break up with her.  so, yeah,
you were somewhat instrumental (not actually you, but the idea of you in my
mind [keeping your hands clean]) in the break-up.  interesting, no?

i have said far too much.

goodbye

camacho

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