-- Speaking of which, I've become sligtly obsessed lately with the workings and condition of, shall we say, the lower end of my digestive system. This could well have dire consequences for you all, given that you're the ones who'll end up reading about it. You've been warned.
-- Don't you just hate it when you sit in a chair and it's already warm from somebody else's ass heat? Ugh.
-- "You were looking for a way to change your life. You could not do this on your own. All the things you wish you could be? That's me. I look like you wanna look; I fuck like you wanna fuck. And most importantly? I am free. In all the ways that you are not."
Damn, what an excellent life.
-- I've been pawing through old entries looking for the one where I started talking about The Worktime Friends but I've been unable to find it. I'll be up here for a couple hours on Sunday so I'll natter on about that then. For now, I'm out.