Jose asked me, instead of you, to update his xanga. He told me to write how I always write, but the only problem is, I don`t know how I "always" write. I could do something lame like advertise my myspace (... which pwns xanga), or perhaps something lamer, like advertise my poetry. But you know what? I won`t. Instead, I will give you a play-by-play of Jose`s day. He missed having the chance to webcam with me to go to the mall, where he bought two pairs of Dickies. He had to write an essay and then take his P.E. Finals. I think he might have failed. Afterwards, he visited his old neighbor Jack Johnson, and they both had sex behind an abandoned church where Jesus was their witness. Eventually, the two rowdy boys lost control and Jack cut off Jose`s weenie with a plastic knife. Now it looks sort of like a Vienna Sausage.

xo, Pauline