Letters from Chicago

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August 1, 2004

Dear Jamie,

Am being hauled off this week to go camping with my mom and some friends of hers. She says we’ll be getting in touch with mother nature and the womanly cycle and getting back to our roots. I’m just worried she’s going all health nut on me and will expect me to eat the roots we ‘go back to’. Potatoes I’m ok with, but that’s the end of my love of roots.

But not even the beginning of my love for you.

And that is the corniest thing I’ve ever written. But true. I may be no Shakespear, and that’s no ‘love you to the depth and breadth’ and so on (although that’s true too), but luckily you seem to like me even though I completely lack your talent with words.

I may have tried to write you poetry at some point during this summer, but if I did it has been burned and will not be attempted again. There are some things man was not meant to see, and that would probably be one of them, if it existed, which it doesn’t.

Anymore.

Must go pack. Am told that I’m not allowed to bring any non-natural fibers on the trip, which is all well and good since who in their right mind would wear anything that didn’t breath in this weather? However, I pointed out that no one makes natural fiber swimsuits and there is a lake at the campsite and what was she planning? I think I shall simply avoid the lake, as there are many sights in the world I was not meant for, and that’s one of them.

Love you lots, and will see you in a month or so,
-Kitty

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August 1, 2004

Dear John,

How’re you doing this summer? Sorry I haven’t written before. Unfortunately I can’t even make up for it in my traditional manner (pirated first release movies) as (you may have heard) my computer’s been taken away from me. A dreadful state of affairs. Me without my computer is like you without your lighter – the world just can not make sense of it.

Anyway, how have you been? Hope you’re not getting into too much trouble, and are having all the fun in the world with the trouble you are finding. Harass Bobby for me, just a bit?

Am getting by all right here in Chi-town, but I miss NY so bad. They say you can never go home, but they’re wrong. You obviously can, you just sometimes wish you hadn’t.

And that sounds far to maudlin and angry to have come from me. I’d say you were rubbing off on me, but seeing as you’re a thousand miles away I rather doubt it. Unfortunate, really, as I wish you were around to be a bad influence, cause I miss you rather a lot. We’ll have to go out and get pizza or something when I get back

Keep well, and say ‘hi’ to people for me.

Hugs,
-Kitty

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Dear Kitty,

I love you, but you're killing me here. You do realize I'm going to spend the next month plotting schemes and bribes and incentives to get you to repeat the poetry experiment, don't you? I almost asked Doug to see if he could hack your laptop and try to restore any useful files, but then I remembered your mom's got your laptop in seclusion over there. So instead I'm going to come up with a diabolical plan.

Try and have fun on your trip, or at least try not to go insane, you know, and definitely avoid the lake (that lake, anyway; once you get back, the diabolical plan may involve this lake, especially if there's still a warm enough day for you to pull out the bikini . . .) I'll try to call when you're back in civilization, because you'll probably need it by then.

I'm really curious about this poetry. Would begging work?

Would begging work if I took my shirt off? Because I so would.

I love you more than words can say, even Shakespeare's, and I'll see you in a month. One month. Just one. I really, really like the sound of that. We're in the homestretch here.

Love,
Jamie