Infactuation is the wierdest thing in the world. Freshman year of highschool this girl named Caroline sat next to me in my history class. Not that I'm a stalker of any sort, but some people remember these kind of details. She had this pinstriped gray skirt. It was short and had a long slit. The dress draped from her leg revealing her thighs to me for 40 minutes everyday. I never really spoke to her that year but I had a huge crush on her. Toward my senior year, we actually became good friends and at times I thought she wanted me. Perhaps I even wrote about her once before. I guess in some sort of wierd way, she represented Sex to me. She put it all out there and was open about it, never looked for relatoinships, just wants sex. Sounds great, a girl as horney as me. And I still think about how great she would be. Its pretty crazy I suppose but she was really the first girl I just wanted to...So anyway, yeh I talked to her tonight and all she had to do was, when I told her that I would fuck her if I could but shes just too far away and Im just not that big (700 miles I can do, 800 miles is pushing it), respond with an elegant "Well thats to bad." I was totaly melted. I can't decide which sex is funnier, Male or Female. They are both crazy, but who makes less sense? Anyway, I have a shitty article coming out in tommorow's paper but I get to interview Paul Auster on Tuesday and chill with Tim O'Brien on Thursday. Cool eh? Everyone should download the new Eminem single Loose You, it is sooo fucking good. I love that guy. Okay, Im out.