05-09-02 - 5:51 p.m.
patrick refuses to read my diary. he's afraid reading the details of our affair, exposed for all the world to see, will make him paranoid. today he asked how graphic i was when describing our sex life. he looked worried, but secretly, i think he wants me to boast. pop rocks aside, sex is fucking magical when the chemistry is right, and patrick and i were meant for each other. and without revealing the lurid details of our trysts, i will say that when it comes to the mysterious g spot, he's as intrepid and determined as columbus looking for undiscovered lands.