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I helped shave a cat's asshole today. I didn't especially enjoy it.

Friday was fun, hearing about my 2 friends' sexual exploits. If only Jason knew what Cort had to say about him. I hear he's good in the sack, though.

I just got an incredibly surreal email in my spam folder:

the cause of my addressing my unhappy appeal to Mr. Traddles, and into easier writing order, I clearly perceived that there was
money to lose, it wouldnt have been all, I dare say. Betsey would expecting of her, like Im a doing now. THERES a babby for you,
us to turn away our faces, for she was a-coming by. She heerd
ineffaceable remembrance of my old love for her son. She was
alone in the fine weather, and thought of the summer days when all Excellent fellow as I knew Traddles to be, and warmly attached to

And that's it, except for the attachment which I am almost certain is a virus. But I do love that email.

We're probably going to eat at Dick and Jenny's tonight, my favorite restaurant of all time. Expensive, but worth it.

I hate it when there's company for too long and I don't get to watch enough porn. I can always look at SG, since my company has no offense against naked women. But masturbation is another story.

Ah, Portishead.