while i wait for him...

Dear partner in crime (and in secret blog endeavors), adored consumer of meat-lovers' pizza (fo mano), bud friend (late-night out the window of my room) and fellow insomniac. In short, Dear Fellow Formerly Known As "El Afro,"

as i sit up waiting for you to answer my email/call/message, i began exploring the reasons behind a few of your bold statements:

1. you hate Macs. who hates Macs? and, more importantly, why the fuck do you hate mine? this just simply will not do.
2. you always try to get me to eat pizza. are you trying to make me fat? this is an honest question.
3. i get the mol now. this was actually a statement said by me, but still, i'm shocked.

and finally, one last message:
the email about the guy who posted a fake craigslist ad pretending to be a horny submissive girl looking for a dom, then posted every single unedited reply he got at the encyclopedia dramatica? that email?

it nearly killed me.