[Note: this is my second entry of the day.]

Dear Lisa,

Today I missed you and so in between important browswer pages loading (so, I could actually do work, of course), I went to your journal and read through a bunch of old entries.

I miss you. I can't wait to see you again.

Remember this? It took everything I had in order to not burst out laughing. I can still picture the glowing briefs.

"last night i walked home with a guy i used to have an absolutely desperate crush on. and as we walked, i had a sudden flashback of a keg party where we went to his room cause he had to change his pants. And I promised to close my eyes, but of course I peeked. And there he was, with bright white briefs glowing, GLOWING! in the black light. i mean... i couldn't really even see him, just his glowing briefs floating in the middle of the room. "

It was never the same after that. "