Hey Baby,

What's up with my favorite papi chulo?  I hope they aren't making you too crazy down there in Arizona.  Nothing's really up with me these days.  Things are the same at Byerton (actually I'm sitting here at work writing this).  One of the girls was caught flirting with that cute maintenance guy I told you about before.  Turns out that they've been getting it on for weeks.  We had to ask him to leave.  Always some new drama that looks just like reruns of last season's shows.  You like that one?  I picked it up from one of the girls.  I meant to ask you, do we have to stick to that model you gave us everytime?  I'm not sure I can always follow your "work, relationships . . . etc" plan that you asked us to.  If I have to, every letter will probably start with "bored out of my gourd".  Let me know about that one.

I still haven't moved.  I keep flirting with the idea of moving in with Francis, but that boy is too d*** unstable.  With me today . . needing some space tomorrow.  Working today . . . hating his job tomorrow.  I'm sure he told you he's working at a bank now.  He seems to be doing fine, but quitting his job at the school was probably a stupid idea.  That could've set him up and I wouldn't worry so much.  Honestly (you don't share these letters with the other people while your working on the project right) if he wasn't so fine, I would have moved on a long time ago.  But how can I leave him?  He's my baby, right?  My latin king, right?  But back to moving.  You'd think I'd move from this hellhole considering I make so much more than I did before, but I can't help it . . . . I'm still cheap.  What can I say?  But I'm probably not so cheap that I don't waste good money on crap like that treadmill.  Francis and I were trying to go to the gym two or three times a week and I was getting tired of getting there and not being able to run on the treadmill.  Why in the world should I keep paying $212 a month and not be able to exercise like I want to, right?  So, what I did was go out and bought a $300 treadmill.  That way I could save some money, eventually, and exercise at home.  I bought it a couple of weeks ago.  It makes a nice dryer for my panties.  Really, that's all I use it for anymore.  I was working it for the first couple of days and then it just got so hard getting up on that thing every morning.  Trudi was telling me that I shouldn't do it everyday, but I know me.  If I ain't on it everyday, I ain't getting on it at all.  I'm the most undisciplined person I . . . who am I telling.  You know that already.  So that's one more rent payment down the drain.  If I would act like I know and just move, I'd probably be more "responsible" with my money.  I'm just not ready for the hassle.

I'm getting tired, so I should probably end this letter and send it.  Write back soon.  If you talk to that crazy Grant, let him know I said, "Hi."  He's only been gone for a couple of weeks, but we miss his insanity.

Peace baby,
Mari.