July 19, 1996
Dear Ryan,
Hey hon! What's going on? Hope all is swell. My life is all work, no play. It sucks. One good thing happened today. Well two actually. I got a letter from you, that always brings me much joy, and I bought a car! It's so cool. It's a 1986 Pontiac Sunbird. It's a white, four door mean machine. It's super nice, and the guy gave me a super deal on it. I got it for $1600, and it's retail value is about $3000. Pretty cool, huh? I'm so happy. He's gonna get some stuff fixed up on it, and I get it Monday. My parents are going to pick it up while I'm at work, and go get plates and insurance, and then it's all mine! Finally. As soon as I get my next couple of paychecks I'll get down to see ya. -k- Now I have some spiffy wheels to get down there.
I think it's so awesome that you're learning how to play the piano. Trust me, you'll love it. I can't keep myself off my keyboard. It's so fantastic to have something like that to do when there's nothing else. It relaxes you so much. You can just let your mind go blank, and your hands come alive. N-E-ways, you'll love it. I know you will. I wish you the best of luck in the next play. Don't worry, I'll be praying for you. If you do get it, let me know when it is, so I can try to come down and see it.
I understand why girls are after ya. After all, you are so sexy! Really you are! I haven't dated that much. Everyone tries to set me up, but it never works. I'm just not interested. That one guy I told you about, the one who said, 'put-out-or-get-out.' We got into a huge fight last week. He started yelling at me, and we pushed each other around a bit, and he finally threw himself on the ground, buried his face in the dirt and started crying. He says he loves me, but I don't have feelings for him. He's too much of a hot shot. So we finally decided to be friends. He's not much of one, but if it's the only way to get him to leave me alone, it'll hafta do!
I don't know what else to say. My life is rather dull. I went to a court hearing on the 17th to see if I could collect disability, and I started to cry in front of the judge. I felt so dumb. It was just that he asked a question on a painful subject and I couldn't help it. Now I have to see a shrink about my depression and eating habits before we can come to a conclusion. It's too much stress, but I guess I'll have to make it through! I have no idea what more to say. I miss you ALOT! And I love you.
Love Always,
Rita Rosalita
P.S. What ever happened to those underwear you were going to sign and give me? Remember?!
I love you, again!
Rita
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