My ultra-simple relationship with Kaitlin

Kaitlin owes me $112. She keeps saying she’ll send it. But she never does. Kaitlin and I started out as casual radio station acquaintances. Then we moved into the stage of our relationship where I only saw her when she was drunk and obnoxious so therefore I though she was obnoxious. Then we became tennis partners and best friends. Then she called me obnoxious and I cut her off for a couple years. Then we became bar friends. Then came a ridiculous blow up where I decided that I was never going to talk to her again. That lasted about 36 hours or so until I realized that even though she often forgets that other people exist besides herself, when she does happen to remember she is pretty nice and considerate toward them. Having realized this I woke her gently, apologized to her and hugged her tiny hot and sweaty body there in that tiny rustic Pioneertown motel and then sped off on my journey back to the ol’ Crossroads of America. Pretty much the whole time I’ve known her I’ve hated her, either ironically, jokingly, or deeply. These are the journal entries that chronicle that hatred.

Incidentally, the first of these is from Volume 0 of my journal, the class assignment that directly preceded the creation of my journal. This is the first (and hopefully last) time a page from this awful mess of an artistic abortion has ever sullied the gentle pure waters of the internet. Enjoy! And if you see Kaitlin, tell her I want my fucking money.