2005-06-12 - 11:55 a.m.
Salutations, my dears. Have been spending a glorious weekend improving international relations. Wink wink.
His name is Thomas, brit extraordinaire, erudite, witty, with plenty of whiskey. My kind of a man. I am sitting here in his palace in the warehouse section of town wondering if I'm going to wake up from this dream...hoping for continued illusions of this type. Or delusions. Whatever. Brilliant conversation, naked swimming during stuffy cocktail parties, books, movies, and, yes, he's promised me a trip to Wal-mart. I am living my dreams.He's brilliant, gorgeous, etc., but, oh!that accent. It doesn't get any better than this. Welcome to my world, Thomas...It's a weird, sordid little place, but mine own.
