2:30 p.m. on 2002-07-08
Egad! Fryman!

Oksie, here goes:

Somewhere in the endless record that is my diary archive, there's a story or two about Ruth Munzio and how she had big tits for a girl in seventh grade and all that good stuff. My first indication that I was not the only person to have sneaked a look at her breasts was an entry in my guestbook from an anonymous fella whpo claimed to know her. He actually said he dated her and even gave good details about her lesbian mom. This confirmed my belief that Ruth Munzio was/is a monster on the pre-teen breast watching circuit. Ruth was a true legend of her time that I was fortunate enough to share some especially passionless kisses with. Junior high, whatever!

Nothing quite prepared me for that day in March of 2002, when I checked my stats to discover a bazillion people had accessed my site. It was so shocking that I decided to check just where all of these hits were coming from. Most I was unable to decipher more than just the ip address, blah blah blah blah...except for one...or twenty more like it. Jason Freidrich, aka The Fryman, aka, the first girl in JHS to have experienced "the tits" up close, front and center, had visited my site about twenty times in one day. How did I know it was him? The ip address was jfreilic.ams.com or something to that effect. So, my worst nightmare had been confirmed. Jason Freidrich found out about my diary. Most likely, the 400 plus hits were accumulated when the fryman became so excited at seeing his name up in print, he emailed all of his old junior high buddies. I kept in contact with NOBODY from Junior High because except for "the legendary tits" it was a miserable time filled with miserable kids with miserable ego issues and miserable tastes in music ("who the fuck is elvis costello, yo? If you ain't lissening to Kris Kross, you is whack!")

Long story short, Fryman reads or did read my shit everyday. When I visit my parents in Park Slope, his parents give me all kinds of strange looks, probably because he's let them read it. On an offnote, if I ever get a cushy job at a financial consulting company, believe you me, I will NOT be living at home with mama and dada. So, this is why I passworded this up asap, because I started to get a tad paranoid about having all of this stuff in the great wide open. I'm working on getting things back to normal soon, so bear with me.

in the slammer - up for parole