1. Monday, February 4, 2002

    i get two types of letters 

    when people choose to write in regarding Ashley. I get the judgemental ones crying of cradle robbing and how im disgusting and how it isnt right, normally from women, which i delete immediately cuz they’re hypocrites.

    then i get the ones saying im their “hero” and how im “the man” and how im “living the dream” that come from the fellas, which i delete immediately because im so used to deleting the others. afterwards i softly say, “fuck.”

    Ashley makes me happy because she pays tons of attention to me and pours love my direction and takes pictures and writes and calls and does everything I would want a girl to do if she wants to show me that she likes me. I know we’re not meant to be together forever, but right now it’s fun and what else are you going to do?

    Anyhow, Ashley got a job at Disneyland. The other day was her first day, and as she was talking to me about it I said, “you should make a diary just about all of this stuff.” And she said, “ESP! I already did!”

    It just started, so it’s not much, but bookmark it, as I’m sure you will be fascinated by what will eventaully transpire in the Happiest Place on Earth.