1. Wednesday, September 11, 2002

    hi anna 

    hi tony, how’s america?

    i think america is okay. its somber. sorta feels like theres ghosts everywhere. sorta feels like youre walking through really wimpy quicksand. like you’ll get there, its just gonna take a while.

    thats really weird. thats what china feels like.

    how did you do today, baby?

    won in doubles.

    thats cool.

    exactly, nobody cares.

    i care, anna.

    thats cuz youre sweet.

    when are you coming home to me?

    never. :P

    thats cool. i mean, what?

    just kidding, dorkypoo.

    do you love me, anna?

    very much.

    how much?

    a lots.

    a lot a lot?

    three times a lot.

    do you love enrique four times a lot?

    i just use enrique for sex and for his vma award tickets.

    what do you use me for then?

    mmmmm, im not sure. maybe nothing.

    thats sweet.

    oh wait, tennis coverage.

    i hate you.

    youre the only one who really cares about my tennis.


    gotcha again, tony. ;)

    i hate you lots now.

    will you ever forgive me?


    what if i made it up to you?

    doubt it. i hold grudges.

    what if i brought over martina and made it up to you.

    i thought martina didnt like guys.

    hingis! not navratilova.

    whew. scared me for a second.


    maybe. i bet you guys could put a smile on my face.

    no problem. so is america really okay?

    yeah. as long as people dont watch tv they seem pretty happy.

    okay well, it’s like $5 a second to use the internet here, so i gotta go.

    siyanara, anna.

    ha ha. wan an, tony.