inlikeflynn

(now, show me on the doll where he touched you.)


A sign on the driver-side door and in the window of an old, beat-up, red pickup truck in the parking lot reads:

"Captain Peeper's Balloons"

Monday, 3:33 AM - Throat is sore. Every muscle in my body feels bruised, like I've been whacked about properly with a meat tenderizer. My skin is electric... uber-sensitive to everything. It hurts to wear my hoodie, but if I don't wear it, I get terrible chills. They soak in through the skin and settle in the spine, causing me to spasm and twitch and...
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Terrible dreams last night. Can't remember much about them. I know that I killed two men with a heavy industrial nail because they were threatening to kill my sister. I know I broke the neck of a woman who was bound at the ankles and wrists, lying on the floor, and laughing at me like a funhouse clown. I remember waking up several times sweating...
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The Easter Bunny left no jelly-bellies, but I did find a notice from school telling me that while the refund check from last year that got lost during my move to the apartment is no longer valid, they'll reissue me one if I fill out the required paperwork. And with $200 I can buy any number of jelly-bellies if I really want them that badly....
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This post is brought to you by lots and lots and lots ofg alcohol. And it really has nothing to say apart from I'm drunk and super-super-horny. Wow. Incredibly, amazingly horny. And aren't you just thrilled. Whooooooooooooo.

Goddamn.

Gran: "When we get home, we'll cook up some popcorn and pop in that CD that Susan left and watch a few episodes."
Me: "Awesome. It's a DVD, though, not a CD."
Gran: "Well, thank you for telling me. I try hard, but I can be a real dildo about things like that, lately.
Me: "No problem. A+ for use of the word 'dildo', anyway."...
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If you find yourself keeping track of things you touch, move, and interact with in a room...

If you can easily identify your own dirty footprints when you track garden soil into your living room...

If you inspect your shirt for foreign fibers that you think might place you in the vicinity of your bed between 9 and 10am, and you have no concrete alibi......
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THIS SPACE INTENTIONALLY LEFT BLANK.


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Watched Closer this evening and felt homesick. I feel like that's intensely stupid.

Incidentally, I don't know why I got all frantic last sunday. By now I feel that I should be able to readily identify an actual, real-as-real deadline.

When the work is actually due, about 8-10 hours beforehand I go into a frenzy of caffeine-powered research and writing. I am, quite literally, physically unable to work before that.




Witness my frenzy.


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