Alright, well, here I am. I really haven't done much that would be called productive or socially acceptable.
I got the picture that is to the right of this article from the woman I've been sleeping with. I was over at her house today and asked her to send it to me. I like it. The turtle looks delicious and the matador would look nice while serving me lemonade and tortilla chips.
Linda and I had a serious and sentimental discussion today about life and such. And while I dislike any conversation which doesn't entail "oooh Brian" or "ouch, it hurts, Brian," what she said was very wise. Very wise and true and something I had heard before. We shared a box of wine. Wow, a box. There was 3 liters in that box and I only had one glass.
She had just come back from New York and absolutely had a horrible time. The man she went up there to see paid for her ticket and would've paid for everything else had they gone out. But he turned out to be a jerk. He also lied about his height to her and turned out to be a midget. A little person. Leprauchan. Ooompaloompa. Well freaks of nature need loving too.
Last Thursday I was broken into. The thieves stole my playstation, vcr, and the following movies: South Park, Bigger longer uncut; Blair Witch Project; Shaft-1970; American Pie; 1000 Cumshots. I am most upset about having South Park and the cumshot flick stolen.
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