Wednesday, September 11, 2002
hi tony, how's america?
i think america is okay. its somber. sorta feels like theres ghosts everywhere. sorta feels like youre walking through really wimpy quicksand. like you'll get there, its just gonna take a while.
thats really weird. thats what china feels like.
how did you do today, baby?
won in doubles.
exactly, nobody cares.
i care, anna.
thats cuz youre sweet.
when are you coming home to me?
thats cool. i mean, what?
just kidding, dorkypoo.
do you love me, anna?
a lot a lot?
three times a lot.
do you love enrique four times a lot?
i just use enrique for sex and for his vma award tickets.
what do you use me for then?
mmmmm, im not sure. maybe nothing.
oh wait, tennis coverage.
i hate you.
youre the only one who really cares about my tennis.
gotcha again, tony. ;)
i hate you lots now.
will you ever forgive me?
what if i made it up to you?
doubt it. i hold grudges.
what if i brought over martina and made it up to you.
i thought martina didnt like guys.
hingis! not navratilova.
whew. scared me for a second.
maybe. i bet you guys could put a smile on my face.
no problem. so is america really okay?
yeah. as long as people dont watch tv they seem pretty happy.
okay well, it's like $5 a second to use the internet here, so i gotta go.
ha ha. wan an, tony.
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