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t3chmonkey

Chicago

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Thursday Dec 12, 2002

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got a gal pal crashing at a friends house while he aways himself to China for the holidays. Only, our friend the frequent flyer is something of a slob, so I spent four hours scrubbing tub to make the place comfortable for her. Why? Cause I'm a sucker for the entire gender. My hands look like the toxic avenger, all chemically corroded now. Semi-mad at myself for stocking the fridge on ice cream and wine, these things on which she subsists. Sometimes I get carried away in the gesture.
Got the RA holiday cards done. Huzzah. Anyone want extra mail this Christmas season? The Christmas and Valentine's Day cards have been somewhat famous in their own right, even if RA never will be. Ha Ha. Students of irony, dig this one in particular. Only did two variations of the same photo sequence. I'm thinking the humor is too subtle for even my highly specialized, handpicked audience. Less is more and I overdosed on the less this time around.
Keep wanting to melt out of my chair and cuddle up to the carpet beneath. Must be bedtime. S'Clear that it was bedtime long ago, methinks.
Maybe I'll have a more steady schedule if I do something like crime scene cleanup, or if not, then at least cash hand over fist to justify my bleeding eyes. Right now I just say these little occupations of mine afford me the time to do the things I want, like...oh...blow spit bubbles and babble like a freak to text box.
Well, as long as someone's been amused by the meanderings. Someone?
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mattereaterlad2:
plugged in? fecking thing is running down the street! and it HAS MY CHEESE!

must catch refrigerator...
Dec 12, 2002
jp:
Glad someone finally recognized my genius. Thanks
Dec 12, 2002

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