June 3, 2002

Thursday I went on a date with a guy named R.D. He was cute AND smart AND funny. So of course he didn’t like me. I would quote my friendly e-mail to him and his distant response here, but it would just be too boring and depressing.

Maybe I shouldn’t have talked for quite so long about my fantasies of coating my enemies’ paperwork with anthrax.

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