Guys, I got an excerpt from her diary. HillRaiser sent me a pic of it from his iPad.
My name is HillRaiser's girlfriend. I am twenty-four years old. I live in the Canadian Maple Garden Buildings on West Eighty-First Street, on the fourth floor. The other guy I'm interested in/repulsed by lives across the street.
I believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, in a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, it's because I've been sleeping for far too long from narcolepsy. I can sleep for well over two days now.
After I wake up, I use sniffing salts to keep me awake. In the shower, I use a water-activated gel cleanser, then I listen to a video recording of Diego Sanchez saying "YES!", and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb mint facial masque which I leave on for ten minutes while I prepare the rest of my day.
I always use coca-butter lotion because coca butter removes the stretch marks from previous pregnancies I've had. Then moisturizer, then an anti-sperm Fallopian balm, followed by a final moisturizing "protective" lotion...
There is an idea of a HillRaiser's girlfriend, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and tell you I love you and feel flesh gripping you and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there...