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peanutbutter goldmine
2006-09-27 : 10:42 pm

Dude, I miss updating. I miss you! I've been refraining because I've been trying (snort) to go for quality rather than quantity lately, but I haven't been feelin' that either (maybe due to a distinct lack of quality? But I self-deprecate) and so I'm going to go for quantity for a little while, and fuck quality, because I want to start writing again, even if it's utter shite.

Speaking of self-deprecation, I have noticed that I am so much more self-deprecating than I used to be. What the fuck! I'm stopping that. I'm awesome and the only thing I'll gain by criticising myself is further belief that I should be criticised. Of course, if I constantly reaffirm to myself that I'm awesome I'll become totally bloated in the headspace. OOORRR I'll end up rockin' it like a Jane Magazine (from 5 years ago) reading, Vagina Monologue reciting Gloria Steinem desciple who is totally rockin' in her own juices, like, Alla Time.

Right, so my throat hurts? I mean, I always get this obnoxious post-nasal drippy kinda swollen glands thing when the weather turns all dry and glorious autumnal where I feel sick but I'm not sick, but then today I was eating our HR mistress's leftover Pad Thai when something (shudder) sharp (?!???) got caught in my throat. It took 3 swallows to dislodge the unknown fucker and it scratched the hell out of that old Esophy I like to call Gus.

Did you watch Nip/Tuck yesterday? Dude, that episode was like the Trifecta of creative SHUT THE FUCK UP THEY DID NOT JUST DO THAT!!! I mean, seriously. The kidney thing, the PEANUT BUTTER THING and that marble paper weight. You'd think they'd spread that shit out, but no, they just shmooshed it all into one, huge, giant 60 minutes of Wicked Awesome!

Nick, the roommate who we all hate, just walked in and was like "Guys, I have to go to my parents house. Apparently my dad was just arrested. They are trying to say he was trafficking Oxy-Contin." I said good luck and I was sorry. Um, 'cause what do you say?

Tomorrow I buy a DVD player and this for the new flat screen plasma TV my boss bought for our lobby at work. Yeah, I don't know why... he... felt... he needed to... whatever. Anyway, I'm excited for the "laundry" setting and the "microwaved pizza" setting.

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