The girl just wrote back. I'm such a pathetic loser, it hurts me inside. But not as much as her leaving the other night . . .
Jesus. I have accomplished something today, but to characterize the day as having been spent waited to hear from her would not be all together absurd.
Ah yes, I remember what I was going to write . . . Last night, in order not to write to her, I wrote a letter that I would not send. Just wrote a letter for the future. In the style of "Once things have turned out ok, I will give you this." It was really beautiful, actually. Very sweet. And it made me feel much better. I even think that this is a therapeutic technique about that I've heard about, oh sorry, about which I've heard [read: SMB Rachel], but never tried until last night. It was really good. I will do so for the next two days, and then perhaps I will I will call her and invite her for dinner. Call on wednesday evening for dinner on thursday. So planned. So calculated. But be that as it may - lesser evils for the greater good. Right. Perfect.
Yeah, you have a new audience. A SB connection. Write interesting stuff, and they might learn from it. Give them a password, and you will rue the decision forever.
I really am a bad person. I am a fucking leech. Money is given to me, and I fucking squander it. This is embezzlement. I am embezzling money from my fellow man's taxes. I don't really feel bad. What have I learned today? That I can squander money and get away with it. That I can wait pathetically for a girl's email all day and there are no repercussions. No fucking retribution. That's the fucking problem. Really, that's it.
Dude . . . Ween . . . Fucking incredible. I must have some of their albums. And I got some Frank Black and the Catholics. It's raw, but good.
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