BREAKING NEWS!!!!

In what surely is not one of his proudest moments, an email from XMASTIME to his mistress in Argentina has been leaked to the press...XMASTIME is not available for comment at this time.

Via HERE:

From Xmastime,
Date: Thursday, July 10, 2008, 12:24 a.m.

“One, tomorrow leave at 5 a.m. for New York and meetings. Okay, I'm lying - will wake up round 10am, rub one out thinkin bout you in that 2-piece, then watch Frasier for a few hours. Will think about you and wish I was going to be there later in the month when you are there. But I won't. Or I will. Or won't - who the fuck knows where I'll be, what with my salt-water cleanse going on, the only place I know I'll be is on the shitter most of the day. Anyway, tomorrow night back to 100 Metro through the weekend. Then on Wednesday, as I think I had told you, I am participating in the biosphere experiment, so I will not be able to recieve emails or phone calls (if I get that $36 from you to get my phone turned back on, anyways...WILL I be getting that $36 to have my phone turned back on? Dear heart? Lovebug?) . Few days home then to Virginia for 5 days on a friend’s boat for the last break of the summer. The following weekend have been asked to spend it out in Aspen, Colorado with McCain - I hope Meghan, not John...which has kicked up the whole VD talk all over again in the press back home...

Two, mutual feelings .... You have a particular grace and calm that I adore. You have a level of sophistication that so fitting with your beauty. I could digress and say that you have the ability to give an amazing hummer, and that when you played with your pussy for me while I videotaped it still gets my dick rock hard, particularly if I'm playing with my balls in the faded glow of the night’s light - but hey, that would be going into sexual details ...

Three and finally, while all the things above are all too true - at the same time we are in a hopelessly - or as you put it impossible - or how about combine and simply say hopelessly impossible situation of love. How in the world this lightening strike snuck up on us I am still not quite sure. I'm guessing it's the vodka I put into your blottle of Poland Spring that time at the gym, or my "I've lost my puppy, please help me, he's my only friend" story I told you when we met. Yes I am ... still looking. Anyways. As I have said to you before I certainly had a special feeling about you from the first time we met, but these feelings were contained inside my Toughskins and I genuinely enjoyed our special friendship and the comparing of all too many personal notes on facebook...where, to be honest, I could stand to see more pictures of you in that French Maid outfit I borrowed from my aunt for you to wear (btw I need it back) ...

Lastly I also suspect I feel a little vulnerable because this is ground I have never certainly never covered before ...unlike the ground in front of my Full House poster, if you know what I mean...but that's nerves talking right now, sorry... so if you have pearls of wisdom (restraining from joke here baby!!!!!!!) on how we figure all this out please let me know... In the meantime please sleep soundly knowing that despite the best efforts of my head my heart cries out for you, your voice, your body, the touch of your lips, the touch of your finger tips and an even deeper connection to your soul.”