Michael, I told you that the psychic at psychic fair told me to forget about you…The tarot card reader did too. In fact no one thinks that you are good for me. I am going to get a job in a bank (even though I have math phobia) and help people with their finances (even though I suck at my own and never balance my check book). I am going to meet a man with a name that starts with D. The psychic thinks it will be Dennis but I am sure that he is wrong because I hate the name Dennis…I think it will be either Dan or David…or Duke.
Anyway you will always be my playmate and pet attorney. I hope you will continue to let me dress you in woman’s clothing. I went to the thrift store and found a whole transvestite section. This is the place where I meet a lot of cross dressers. The shoes are mostly Fredericks of Hollywood and are size 12. I caught a man with a long gray ponytail checking them out. He had a baseball cap and looked like a trucker. Here are my top choices for you. Let me know which ones you want me to get.
PS: My legs are discolored from the Wood Hardener that I splashed on them by accident when I was fixing my drawers.