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You can have her. Rumor has it, a sherpa gave her oral herpies. Steve

Trask wrote to my girlfriend too? Damn him! Steve

I miss my ex-girlfriend, so I wrote her a letter to get her back. "Dear Susan : I know the counsellor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says... "There's no one like you, Susan." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Ithaca Bar and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Jugs you wouldn't believe and an *** like a tortoise shell. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes. But you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Susan? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I Don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some ****ling feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there, Susan, to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Susan, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met in Upper Side last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad too. 'Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Susan ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex aid." Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good counsel about you and about women in general. She’s pulling for us to get back together, Susan, She really is. So we're drinking in a hot bath and talking about happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing and that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fuelled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, Susan. In your heart you know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances and start fresh? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please, please let me know, otherwise, can you let me know where the remote control is. Steve"

One of my friends called him and I guess he's filing a law suit against that web site. What a douch. Steve

http://www.ls1.com/forums/showthread.php?s=1c7319173769ff92aa4182de74c67fb5&threadid=497527&perpage=15&pagenumber=1 Steve

The Salty Dog! That's it. I drank many a Stout there. That place kicks ass. Steve

Read about this subject here: http://www.aafp.org/afp/980415ap/harris.html Steve

Daffiny from Scooby Doo, because I want to sex her. Steve

I keep my rope in a rope bag. Is it weird that I also sleep with it? Steve

Couple plastic jars of Nutella and some Clif Bars. Oat meal is a good meal when you get out of the backcountry. It always frezzes for me if it's super cold out. Steve

If you stay in Juneau, hike up Granite Basin. Talk to some locals to find out where its at, because our guide book didn't talk about it. There is also a really easy hike up to a foot of a glacer in the same general area. Juneau has so much cool stuff to do you can spend the whole 10 days there. If you fly to Anchorage, rent a car (expensive BTW) and make the 45 minute drive to the Chugach Mountains. Or drive up to Denali Nation Park for some kick a$$ backpacking in the backcountry. If you do head to Denali, you have to take a 1/2 hour wild animal class and get a permit. Homer is a cool place to hang out for a day or two. Set your tent up on the spit and head over to the bar (forgot the name). Steve

For Trip Hop, there is always Portis Head

If I don't stretch before I do squats, I'll always pull a quad muscle. I'll sometimes pull my calf when bouldering (heel hooks) if I don't stretch properly. I'm a firm believer of stretching. Interesting report. Steve

Sasha Paul Van Dyke

I read both of Lance Armstrongs books: "Every Second Counts" and "It's Not About The Bike". Both are great inspiring books. If you're looking for something different, try "A Book of Five Rings" by Miyamoto Musashi. Here is a link to it: http://www.samurai.com/5rings/ If you're a nerd like me, I can give you a few titles of books about thermodynamics or medicine. Steve