Dear Diary;
JORGE!!!!! Holy shit – who freaking knew!!!! Thought he’d mentioned no longer being interested in the big seat. Two-faced ass. Wish I’d known: that $75 EU I placed on Angelo at Vegas would have paid back over $2000 if I’d put it all on Jorge. Hot damn, that’s a whole lotta margaritas…
He and I haven’t had much contact other than that annual Vatican Talent Show about ten years back, when a few of us (Jorge included) dressed up as Flying Nuns a la Sally Field for a synchronized pole-dancing number… we even won third place! Ah, memories!
Other than the occasional Disneyworld postcard, there hasn’t been any other correspondence. Up ’til two weeks ago, now that I think of it, when he sent an over-the-top goodbye gift basket containing that engraved shoe horn and my favorite Mallomars, along with a QR code on the card that sent me straight to PickMeForPope.com, his campaign site. What a swine…