August 13th, 2004

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-- I got woken up rather abruptly this morning, from a very vivid dream that revolved around me and Redneck Girl on some sort of quest. We started out in front of Mallet, for some reason, and then spent about 10 minutes looking for her car. We couldn't find it, so we set off on foot. Along the course of our journey we somehow lost our clothes and ended up running through a field naked and holding hands. I can't remember if we actually got rid of our clothes at some point or if I just looked around and realized holy shit we're naked. Not long after the naked we found the object of our search, her bed. It had a bookcase headboard that was absolutely stuffed to the gills with books. A noise from one of the trucks unloading at my Publix woke me up at that point, and the first thing that occured to me was that dream Redneck Girl was both far better read and far smaller-breasted than real-life Redneck Girl.

I almost wrote this up first thing this morning, but I realized it was 6 am so I turned over and went back to sleep.

-- I definately need to buy one of these. Be sure to 'click to enlarge' to get the full effect of the genius of the thing.

-- What is everyone reading right now?

-- Hurm. Lunch today should be... interesting. And by interesting I mean not quite fun. Oh well. It's not often that I get to go out with a group and be the most normal and socially well-adjusted person there. I suppose I should just savor the experience.

-- And speaking of savoring the experience, I wonder if anybody's actually told Bondage Faerie how short that skirt is. I certainly hope not.

-- If I get bored enough today I'll do a rundown of the Worktime Friends. I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for it or anything, but it might happen.
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Self-Portrait 3

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-- The Firehouse Subs New York Steamer Sub shall henceforth be know as the Cleveland Steamer, as its consumption at lunch has forced a three-flusher violation of the 1994 "No Throne But My Own" accords.

-- 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.
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