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They bought a bunch of canned air at work but told me I'm not allowed to play with it.

The day is not mine.

It's been a strange, strange day.

A day of errands run; lunch eaten while a local professional women's club stares daggers at you because they remember when you called them horrible people for considering their workers chattel; Sandman books read under a bright, warm sun; discussions had with a friend on the finer points of bondage, dominance, and being treated like a pet; burgeoning lust and need beaten back with a...
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There is happiness in:

• Escaping a traffic ticket by honestly claiming you've never had a ticket.


• A new issue of your favorite comic book.


• An excited, animated conversation over a favorite book.


• A trip to the DMV being successfully completed in ten minutes.


• Being called a polite young man for nothing more than holding a door.


• A sandwich crafted by the father of a famous...
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I'm not prone to having keepsakes. I'm not really sentimental. Anyone that really knows me will tell you that.

There is one thing that I always keep: books. If you want me to keep something to remind me of you for the rest of my life, give me a book. I have several books like that in my collection. Let my hand or gaze rest...
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Today is bright and sunny enough that I get to wear my old Reef flip flops.

I had to help fire someone.

Good and bad must always balance, it seems. I think I'm going to read Lamb and try to forget about the world for a while.

When did everyone become so clever? How long has cleverness been America's real pastime? Are HBO Comedy Specials and Chris Rock concerts to blame?

Face up to it people. Most of you aren't funny. Not in the least. Stop trying. Leave it to the professionals and semi-pros. If you really want to try, start in the minors and work your way up.

If you must...
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I've actually been able to write something today. I'm so excited.

Anyone want to start drinking now? I'm dead serious. I don't want to talk about why, but I really need to drown myself in whiskey. Like now.

On the way back from Taco of the Sea, I looked in the mirror and thought, "My hair is pretty."

Depth of a mud puddle.

I arrived at work, stepped out of the car, took a couple steps, and thought, What the hell is that slapping noise? I looked down and discovered I had left the house wearing my ratty old Reef flip flops. More, I dont know what I dressed for, but it wasnt to spend the day working as any sort of professional. Im sporting: bed head, stubble,...
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Long rough day of waking up at noon and loafing on the computer. The lovely Adore interrupted that briefly to tell me she was done reading my Fables and Y! The Last Man trade paperbacks. I played journal tag with velocity and was highly entertained in doing so. Then I slunk into town for a couple pitchers of PBR at The Comet Tavern--great dive bar--with...
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