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| There is one thing I cannot live without. That is to listen to music while I drive. Unfortunately, this is becoming a losing possibility. My tape player.....quit snickering at this......is dying. More and more often it will spit out whatever tape I put in until after the 6th or 7th try, I am finally able to listen to Dan Hartman's "Evertime You Go Away." 80s ruled! Do you know how many odd looks I get while driving down the street and my tape of TV themes starts playing the main song to Sesame Street? It is so worth it! The insurance bill came for my car. Once again, I will not be going anywhere for a while. $200something dollars for 2 months to slowly pay off $400something. Got that? It's strange how much money you pour into insurance but never see anything out of it. There are days when I agree with paying insurance since I seem to be a magnet for people coming close to hitting my car. Little ol' me in a car crash is becoming a possibility. Will nightmares never cease!?! Spam. It used to be that it never bothered me much. Unfortunately, thanks to the Do Not Call List, telemarketers have to find a way to keep alive. Spam is what they use and now my Hotmail account says, "You have 25 new messages" everyday. Lucky for me, 2 to 3 of them are from friends. Spam loves me but in a different way. You know what I wish spammers would do? Spell correctly. I get: "Dis Mak hard wood in peenis" or "Dud You Gott To try ThIs." If you want to get my attention, it's better to start spelling the easy words more accurately. Oh, I am fine with the size of my penis and am rather fond with how thick it is. I also have no problems with it getting quite hard so Viagra is out of the question. Just come over to my house and see my magical morning wood that wakes me up! To some, it's magically delicious! Angelina had an interesting statement last night on 20/20. She talked of the feeling of being someplace and always wanting to be somewhere else. I get that a lot. Sitting me down is difficult since I want to be all over. Right now, I want to be down south with the boys. When I get there, I get pissed off at myself because then I want to be at home where I get some actual sleep. Is there a name for this problem? I'd love to know. It's funny how much patience I've amassed through time, though. My thoughts of kink are slowly coming back. Since it was laundry day, I couldn't help but notice Jen's picture at the bottom of my dirty clothes basket (where it belongs). Yes, it's ironic that the girl that insisted I smell her wet panties is at the bottom of it all, huh? Wait til I feel a bit.....naughty. Then, I will unleash hell and cause many gasps. Since I am going back south soon, my mom wants me to take pictures of the swan that inhabits a small pond area up north. You can't miss it as it swims back and forth all while being surrounded by geese and their goslings (pretty much grown up now). Yeah, me in a parking lot snapping shots here and there. I wish Frank, my little groundhog nearby, would come out soon. I haven't seen his big ass anywhere lately. I double dare you to come into my house. There are now piles of old computer books about to be dumped into the garbage. Yes, we are trying to clean up the mess. Oh, did I say "we?" My mom is the one that makes these huge messes and bitches about them. 1 hour of cleaning consists of 45 minutes of talking trash about what she has to do. 10 minutes are for the planning. Only 5 minutes are for actual work. Sounds like my mom is designed to work in Congress! Well, I am outta here. You should be glad that I'm slowly feeling a bit kinky. That means weird and strange stuff out of this boy. 0 Got Balls? |
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