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Dear, Whole wide fucking world,

I love you, I really do, but I know that you're doing things to piss me off lately. Cutting back on sleep-time, leaving no time for blogging, and in my absence, you allowed my roommate's stupid dog to open up my door and PUKE on my all-wood floor... which I stepped into with my favorite pair of shoes... Yeah, that pair.
What I want in compensation are a couple of basic things: I want to be genuinely loved again. I swear that this time, I am ready, and I will work hard at it, and be caring, and affectionate.

I want to have more genuine FUN, since this law school thing started. It's not that I'm stressed. The lifestyle is actually just like being a crazy, high-tolerance drinker, and band-mate just like before I arrived, except I don't really drink, I only play guitar to relax, now, and the insanity lies in rationalizing everything.

Gummi Bears. I need Haribo, and nothing else will suffice.

I want pussy, razors, rock-n-roll, magic, fire, car-crashes, hyper-orgasmic activities, two people to fuck me, one with a strap-on, and all of santa's reindeer.

Got that?

I will type something coherent perhaps tomorrow.

I apologize for not being around.

Rox, thanks for your response. I could lay out the platitudes like Oh you're so hot and all, but fuck it. I am just glad you're human enough to empathize at this point. However, if you are into that institution known as marriage for whatever reason...

ZE, don't sweat it.

Myos, where the fuck are you, dude?

SGs: spread the love

Combat boots off!

Ian