Marita, please find me. I'm almost thirty and my life is wonderful. I go out to parties every week. I dance on boxes. I go out to dinner because it's Tuesday. I live in a beautiful house with a nice boy and two cats. I work for an organization that I've always admired, doing work that gives me endless stories to tell at cocktail parties. You should see my biceps, Marita; they are awesome. I am mostly comfortable in my own skin. I don't spend all of my time trying to prove that I'm pretty or smart or mature. I don't worry so much anymore. That seems like it's something worth celebrating. But I never did learn how to plan my own party. Maybe this is the year I will figure it out.

AQUELAS SABOROSAS LINHAS INICIADAS POR 'MARITA' SÃO DE AUTORIA DO COHEN - NATURALMENTE. MAS ESSE RESTO, ESSE RESTO VEIO DE UM SÍTIO ASSINADO POR LILMISSNEVER (http://lilmissnever.livejournal.com/96287.html).

E QUE NÃO SURPREENDA NINGUÉM O FATO DE QUE TAMBÉM EU TENHO MEUS DIZERES, A ESSE RESPEITO. EU DIRIA A MARITA:

MARITA, PLEASE FIND ME. I'M ALMOST THIRTY AND DON'T FEEL HUNGRY OR THIRSTY ANYMORE. MY EYES ARE VIVID, SOMETIMES, BUT MY LIPS ARE CONSTANTLY OPEN. THAT MUST BE THE CATATONIA. I FEEL HOMESICK AND READY TO LEAVE, BUT MY GOOD FRIENDS ARE ALL ABROAD. THERE'S NO MAN I WOULD MARRY OR APARTMENT I'D DARE TO LIVE IN. ALL I HAVE IS MY FURRY FAMILY. AND EVERYTHING IS SILENT. IT'S BEEN YEARS SINCE I LAST PUT A RECORD ON, AND MY HAIR IS LIGHTER THAN EVER. PLEASE, MARITA, IF YOU HAVE ANY SLEEPING PILLS, PLEASE SLIDE THEM UNDER MY DOOR.