elfboy

Well, some young lady called my a chronic masturbator. I told her I needed help w/ it. It's true. I do need help w/ that.

I saw my friend John, he was rushing around because he was @ work. He's supposed to be on the phone 70% of his workday, & he was trying to get his coffee in the allotted time. He asked me how I was fairing w/ my woes.

I told him I was doing pretty well.

"I knew you could take care of yourself," he said.

True... but I could use a little help. Doesn't anyone get that? : i

I figured out why the paranoid schizophrenic Chinese lady who always bills, coos, & says "He loves me"... always keeps her arms in her coat, not in her sleeves.

I met my friend Morning Star after a whiskey tasting. (Now that I'm an exclusive member of THE Whiskey Club, I shall forever hold the secrets...) He said "Let's go to my place to hang out". We met a friend of his who tagged along, and we made up a song. This journ is already to long to enter it...

So anyway, he took us (after several bar stops, & being kicked out: well refused entry, into the college girl bar. We were to virile & scarey...

It was a car. I slept in the back seat of a small car w/ the seats pushed back, a baby carseat up my ass, w/ my backpack underneath me cuz it wouldn't fit anywhere else. There was about a foot of space between the back of the front seat, & the front of the back seat.

Car ceiling is delectable to kiss, I learned. Well, maybe not
delectable ....

and all this before 9 AM....

I hope Mr. Morning Star can keep his ass out of prison. He was arrested for assault, apparently, & is up for trial.

Think about it....

I won't even tell you what the coffee bar maid did to me, what band I met, or other interesting occurances of the day....

I want drawing paper.








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