aenemated

kill the body and the head will die.

i wonder how true that is, most of the time. figuratively, of course. i spoke of games last week. my overall disgust and lack of patience for such. though it seems i'm in the midst of one with the aforementioned egyptian stripper. ran into her tonite, another breakfast, excessive flirting and innuendo, more kisses -- and, accordingly, the demand that i call constantly, as 'it takes a lot of harassment before i call anyone back.'

odd.

of course, i'm forced to play this game because i'm lonely and i haven't convinced dia to come be my everlasting wench.

gotta take what you can get, you know.

i'm really quite confused as to how this game works. west coast chicks are different from east coast chicks, i'll say that. very different. much more direct and much less responsive. or something. i dunno. i suppose we'll see how this pans out. i did, though, warn her that with such a statement, i'll be harassing her constantly.

damn, she's beautiful.

i should really stop this silliness. announce my celibacy and chain myself to my computer.

at least i have CONTROL over what it does. for the most part.

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