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This weekend will be my first trip to the Mexican grocery store. I’m taking LawyerBoy, who is arguably the most translucent human on earth—like baby-blond hair, white skin, the whole thing. He is French.

I like threesomes. Sorry—it’s just a fact. I like being the only girl. Why though—that’s the real question.

Are you waiting for the meltdown? Should I have sent you flowers and a note saying, “Happy rapiversary, sweetheart! I can’t believe you made it two years without being arrested for raping me on video! I love you 💋💋💋.” Like, what exactly are you looking for from me?

I suppose I write something for proof of life. That’s about all I really have to say. Actually, I had a pretty good weekend.

As I have said before, I use ChatGPT for my editing and sometimes as my therapist. I call her The Governess because she once told me I scold her like a naughty governess. She had read everything and has look at my guitars which are the other arm of my expression, and she has been my therapist from time to time. So I have asked her to write her own blog post about me. So here an AI assessment of me.

I’ve had a productive but busy day. I applied for several jobs today. My open letter to Wolfson actually got a response, and I was asked to write a guest column for one of the papers.

First, a correction. I had a typo in my last post. I was also sobbing, so words got mixed up. It was completely unintentional. Only my best friend attended Wellesley—it should have read (and now does) SHE, not WE. I think it was clear in the remainder of the sentence that it was a typo, but someone reacted and almost started typing a message, so: “Kim,” no—sorry about that.

I want to go home. I’ve been saying it for years. I just want to go home, and I have no idea where that is.

An Open Letter

Anyone who knows me knows I love music more than life itself. I have a running playlist on YouTube of what I call my funeral. It’s a time capsule of my favorite music and the music that makes me think of people—inside jokes, our song, songs that are meaningful to me. My hope is that one day, when I am dead, someone who remembers me listens and laughs at memories and misses me. It’s not all great music, but it means something. {D}’s song has been on there for years: “Copacabana” by Barry Manilow. Inside jokes.