An excerpt from a letter from Shanaynay:
But I’ll work on all that.
The past few weeks have been busy with my parents visiting, the drama and near-schism of our precious Borgasm, and now it's the holidays and the last two weeks in Florence.
I'll work on all this. I promise.
So i just updated myself on your giornale. Actually I was a bit disappointed. The entries seem like rote lists of where you went and what you ate. Where's the passion? Where's the drama? Where's the comedy? Where are the internal struggles of dear Andrew Marin? I have two conclusions: 1) your life has become boring or depresising. 2) you're leaving out the juicy details on purpose. I refuse to believe number one. So Give Me The Juice!Apologies to all. I think the degradation of the quality of writing in my journal is due to us not having the internet and our pirating a choppy signal out the window, so I have to type incredibly fast and don’t have time to linger and ponder. Plus I have twelve roommates, so I never have time to write because someone ALWAYS wants to do something fun like eat, play gin rummy 500, play drinking games, go out drinking, talk, or etc. And as usual, I try to respect people’s privacy to ensure they, unlike me, will be able to find employment in the future.
But I’ll work on all that.
The past few weeks have been busy with my parents visiting, the drama and near-schism of our precious Borgasm, and now it's the holidays and the last two weeks in Florence.
I'll work on all this. I promise.
