I am tired and want to do laundry. I am going reluctantly to dinner. I think it might be a date. I don't give a shit. I am weird and this small county is making my stomach crawl. But, hell, maybe I'll have fun. At least I get to eat and we all know how much I love to eat.
On a side note I am reading 50 shades of the most poorly written book since Harry Potter's Twilight Eclipse of the Heart. Anyhow, I think I can do better.
I believe that a computer is on its way into my life in short order. Serialized erotica is the wave of my future.
Peace I gotta go put pants on and brush my teeth, I'm getting fancy
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