So, I have been getting this Eminem thing lately. I'm blond, but am I the only white guy with bleached hair? I don't think so. But Max sent me a letter today, no an e-mail. And I think I'm in love. I only fall for those that I will never have. Fuck. I cried tonight. Maybe it's only because I'm drunk and he was so fucking awesome last night. His e-mail was precious in the extreme. It's one of those things that I will keep forever. I'll just keep hitting the save button to save forever. FUCK. I hate myself. I went bar-hopping tonight with Caitlin and Britt (brother's girlfriend). It was fun. I had a wonderful time. Tonight rivals my night with Max last night. But it doesn't even come close. Oh, contradictions. I'm gonna write tomorrow early, so that I don't look back and see what a fucking lame loser I am.'Hold me, dearest, and turn me golden' ----'Puddle Splashers' by Cap'n Jazz