Apathetic... actually not really.

ShopGirl,
Sigh. Jesus Christ I'm unhappy. I watched it again tonight, You've Got Mail that is. I don't know why I do it to myself. I'm going to tell you that I try to masturbate to it every time, but I can never get a hard on. I would estimate that I have (unsuccessfully) jerked off to that film over two-hundred times. Oh & I guess I could tell you that I cry every time as well, beginning when Tom brings Meg daisies in her apartment. I sit sobbing with a limp dick in my hands. If you get this write back, write anything. For the salvation of an old friend.

NY152

P.S. I'm drunk... no I'm not.

P

today, while i was serving, i told a man that heaven was a never ending buffet with a chocolate fountain.  i don't know why i said that.  i don't believe that at all.

bemusement

ShopGirl,
It's hard to believe it's been 12 years since we've exchanged an email. I am now contacting you through a gmail account & the chances that your still ShopGirl@AOL.com are slim to none, but, since the film's release I haven't been able to bring myself to cancel my account as NY152, even though I never use it, only checking it a couple times a month for the chance that you may have dropped a line, of course, you have not.
I wonder what you thought of them casting Meg Ryan for you. I'd imagine you might be content. While I never pictured you to look anything like her, I do find some resemblance (that is, to my imagined picture of you) to her warmth & coziness, someone whose old white socks could make me smile, day, after day. I have to admit my disappointment in Tom Hanks, he strikes me as the type of guy who fails to wipe his butt properly.
Anyway, my name is Phillip Reynolds, I moved to upstate New York some time ago & remain unwed. There is really no point to sustain our secrecy anymore, as you will probably never read a word of this.

Very Best,
NY152

P.S. I wonder if you wish as much as I do that our story would've gotten the Hollywood ending like Tom & Meg. Except for of course his dog being named Brinksley, Mr. Stinksly is much better, & I know how much you used to agree.

P

November

Erin Tracy, don’t let your striking resemblance to André Roussimoff go to your head this month, it will be of utmost importance to remember that your friends & family come first, the few of them you have are your only saving grace, don’t let them slip into the repugnant abyss that is you.

corey's horoscope for the next year and a half:

get a hair cut.  and also fuck you.

erin liz

every time i paint i want to be naked and bald.

White Fang

I cried during the final scene of White Fang (1991: 6yrs old), when White Fang returns to Jack Conroy's (Ethan Hawke) Yukon cabin, reuniting two best friends for eternity. This will significantly influence my exhibition.