Dear Frank...

Well Frank, life sucks, then you die... Know what I mean?

Why does it seem that somethings of my past always find a way to haunt me? It was during my mission, towards the beginning... It was a hard time. You know, you where there, you saw it. So when i see someone that is going through the same thing, it sucks. I get pissed off. I am offended. I wish the person felt the pains of hell on their shoulders and chest and mind. AND THEY'RE A MISSIONARY! I guess i just wish they felt the pain that I and all the others involved do. What do you think Frank? Should they? And even worse, they seem to feel no real remorse or they would do the appropriate things.

Well besides that things are good. I have finally gotten used to living here. Life for a while seemed to be kind of boring and dull, but now it seems to finally be moving and I can finally call myself a Virginian. Do i miss Utah? Oh hell ya... well somethings i do. But we learn to move on and live life. Life sucks and then you die, remember? It just matters on what we do while life sucks that makes the difference.

Frank, did you see that the Seahawks just won? Pretty good stuff. I guess I am supposed to like the Panthers cause it's North Carolina and it's just right down the road. But, I think I could actually care less. What happened to me liking sports? Most professional athletes suck now. Sad really. Like that shotty Marcus Vick pulling a gun just down the street from our house at the Mac? Stupid retard. Pretty cool though that his mom just lives couple yards down from a friends place.

Well I wish i had more to say but I am getting tired Frank. So ya, have you fixed that problem with constipation? I have been told, take more fiber. Works pretty well. Well let me know. Laterz

Jack