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Dear Douglas Coupland

If I get up and out of the apartment before three in the afternoon then i feel really proud of myself. i have been unable to do anything before three in the afternoon for more than two weeks now. I haven’t even gone to the tanning salon! Can you believe it? I’m truly leading the junky lifestyle. we get up and we do deliveries and meet with people and then once we are finished we do our own partying. i just put together this BeyBlade toy thing and got bored with it after 2 minutes. i’m not even at my own place that’s why there aren’t any new photos up of me. i’m using a mac. i fucking hate macs. karla in Microserfs says that PC is for boys and Macs are for girls because you are able to move freely in your computer universe with ease and some other jazz. i forget the actual quote but i bring it up because i disagree with karla. Macs frustrate me and make everything all counter-productive. i had to use a mac when i worked for the women’s mag and i was assistant to the editor and i was manager of the circulations department, meaning, i had to dig and search through that fucking machine for files and tiny things and i could never ever find what i was looking for. ever. i was the only computer savvy person in my family and we only got a computer when i was in grade 6 and it was a PC. my parents thought i was doing all kinds of secret things down in the basement and stuff and i was. i was talking on yahoo chat to old men and setting up rendezvous with them, almost every nite of the week (when i was 16) and i faked accents and made up stories and all this amazingly interesting stuff. and it was mine, all mine, my life. i loved it. i loved saying that shit to my therapist and his blood pressure would skyrocket and i knew he just wanted to tell my mother everything and i said i’d do something bad.

anyway, that’s all behind me now and extremely boring. i met a few interesting characters and if only they could see me in action now, douchebags that they are.

i am angry at myself for not going to karaoke last nite. it’s been a rough week. k bye.

raymi

ps – i still think about meeting you or receiving an email from you. i tell people about your books and your words. and then i have to turn down the volume to the music. i put my hand to my breast bone and i pause and then i am ready to tell them what i need to tell them and even if they aren’t listening i keep talking and talking, until i am finished and a week or two later i get a phonecall or i bump into that person and they tell me they read that book and they loved it and it helped them.

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