I got a letter from Hunter today. (He has finally gotten his transfer to San Diego.) (He is going to spend a few more days with Carrie, and then head on down there.) (I had told him about my idea of going to a shrink, and his response was that I am "... too smart for a shrink. I think it's just your geographic location that is fucking things up. Get your ass to the coast where the real pussy is, along with some real pay." (The amusing thing about that is he also says he isn’t getting any there.))
Erica stopped by while I was at the Club and got her letter from me. (We are not talking just now.)
Well I wonder if Carrie is pleased that I am writing fuck instead of f now? (Does it change the perception of the message?) (It has made me aware of how much I use that word. (Tis one of my favorite words and actions!))
Here is an interesting idea: Since the aspect of me that is a friend doesn't seem at all connected to my sexual aspect, maybe I should look at them as two men? Maybe the friend aspect is jealous of the sexual, and keeps it away, so it doesn't have to share? (If so, it's pretty dumb, because women would spend more time with me, if they met my sexual aspect. (Then again, women who meet my sexual aspect first don't even believe the friend aspect exists, and don't want to meet him.))
(10pm) Quiet nite. (Nice.)
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