Dear Diary;
Still ironing out the kinks here in Vatican City. This week’s debacle: the mail room keeps getting my shit all mixed up with Jorge’s… Yesterday, he got my TV Guide and George Foreman grill and I got his Highlights magazine. Along with his electric bill, and a small package in plain brown wrapping marked PRIVATE, from the Everlasting Flames Adult Store. Looks pretty interesting! Think I’ll pretend I never saw that one and hang onto it. Actually, I’ll keep the Highlights too – at least until I find the sewing needle and candlestick in the Hidden Picture…
I’ll give him back the electric bill, though. And he’d better hand over my freaking grill…