gayballs

Whoa, suddently I'm a big hit.
It's like PSW is fucking Cheers, only everyone thinks my name is Gayballs when it is, in fact, Sam Malone.
rum rum rum.

8:40 AM, Morning wood still intact.
I stayed up late last night, having the time of my life. I wasn't even drunk!
This was one wussy hurricane!
Actually: I just checked NBC6.com and it never made it to hurricane status. Dammit, after all the work I put in at my mother's house carrying in her stupid potted plants!
I hate exclamation points!
I just finished...
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YESS!!!

Dammit. I was in the middle of a blog and it got deleted.
It was a good one, too.
Dammit.

Tell the girls I love them all, but I have major dandruff.

Cecilia's new peepshow set is phenomenal.
Thank you

Stryper stuck in my head, not going away. Soldiers under command.

ow has it become so hard to get to the gym? I have all the time I need in the morning to get there, and yet somehow it's becoming increasingly difficult. I used to go almost every day, but I haven't been in a month. I'm in my gym clothes once again, convinced that I'm going, but I'm sitting here, at the computer instead. I've...
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Actually, things have changed, somewhat.
Partially, it's this crazy diet that she and I are doing. Instead of hitting the snack machine, I'm eating prunes (yes, prunes) and smoked almonds at work. Also, after reading a particularly effective essay on what I'll call 'America's Additude Problem' and a good shrink visit, I've decided that I need to retool how I feel about this job. Yes,...
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