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Why didn't anyone tell me that Larry Flynt pulled the plug on Big Brother? Fucker. And I thought it was just my shitty local bookstore's lack of carrying quality titles, like Heeb and Flaunt and WYWS.

Oh well. Now I've just got one less publication on the list of ones to hit with job requests. Because I just know that Larry Flynt is itching to employ me, and not just in HUSTLER. (Is that a plug for another porn? Sorry, SG.)

Since I've ragged on SG's "Dating Profile" addition, I must now apologize because I occasionally use SG to flirt. I have had more than one guy buy me drinks because he knows me from this site. However, I have not slept with any of them (and I'm not telling if I'd consider it!) because I would hate telling people how we met. Even though I haven't been on a real date in I'm not telling how long, and haven't gotten action in about a month, I still am uncomfortable with internet dating.

Why?

I don't know. I guess it seems desperate to me. Then I remember the last two years spent single and bitching about the state of men in Denver. Good news is, Stina assures me that Philly is the city of lonely dudes, so my luck's bound to get better. Then again, if I was as cute and totally lovable as Stina, I'd probably be doing better already.

I am rambling. Would you believe that I'm so straight and narrow these days that just antibiotics and extra-strength Ibuprofen make me feel a little loopy?

I'm volunteering for the Kerry campaign in PA the weekend before the election. If you're in the general area, you should come with me. This goes along with my general policy of not regretting things I did not do. If I've got to suffer four more years of being Bushwhacked, I want to know that I made every effort to get rid of the schmuck. Kind of like if I'm going to spend two more years not getting laid, I'd like to know that I didn't wimp out on chances with hot guys that I didn't call because they lived in Fort Collins, French-Canadian left wingers, or now-married ex-boyfriends.

I didn't ask my dentist today because I decided he's a condescending prick: do you think it's safe for me to get back on my bike? I can feel my quadriceps atrophying, and it's been five days...a good bike ride can't cause dry socket, can it?

You all love me when I make no sense. At least I'm not feeling sorry for myself.