2005-02-10 - 4:57 p.m.

So Prince Charles is going to marry his long time love Camilla this April. Shit, one more wedding for us to shell out money for gifts. I wish they could have given us a heads up that they were going to do this. I mean it’s just plain rude of them to do this when they knew full well that P and I are getting married later this year. It’s just like Camilla to pee in someone else’s Wheaties. I never did like her.

Also, I want to know WHO PLANS A WEDDING IN TWO MONTHS??? She must be knocked up. Well, you know their son will never be king.

Lately I have been corresponding with people I haven’t heard from in years. It’s been a bit weird actually. At one point these people were very important to me, but we all grew in different directions and have very little in common these days so it’s hard to reconnect to a life you lived a hundred years ago. Plus, I have always had a hard time with the, “So, what have you been up to?” question. Especially in email form. How do you sum up 13 years of your life in one succinct email without sounding like a braggart? “Ah, yes, after I won my first Pulitzer Prize I decided that I needed to get away and lived at the Dalai Lama’s house with Richard Gere. I then wrote Pulp Fiction under my screen name Quentin Tarentino. That guy that poses as Quentin is actually my pool cleaner… we laugh about that to this day. After enjoying those successes I joined the Ice Capades and toured as Cinderella…” Seriously? What would you write?
There are also things that you may not want all and sundry to know about you. I think it would be terribly embarrassing to send, “Yes, I had that sex change in ’96 and now feel like the person I was always meant to be…” to the person you lost your virginity to. That would be awkward. So I find myself thinking about the past thirteen years trying to make myself sound as cool as I used to be (oh and I used to be cool) and sadly I am coming up short. I haven’t done anything extremely brag worthy. I have had some interesting jobs, met some interesting people and have done some interesting things… but I fear those things are only interesting to me. Ah well, if they aren’t impressed… fuck ‘em.

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