DELETED ENTRY; HOLDS NO INTENTIONAL PURPOSE OF PUBLIC CONSUMPTION

[absinthe]

LOOK-- I INTENDED TO WRITE AN ENTRY JUST NOW.....
explaining everything up until this point....

But I have suddenly been unwillingly engaged in the throes of gastrointestinal turmoil and the closest roll of toilet paper must be somewhere down the block.

FAILING THAT; HERE'S A CUT-AND-PASTE ! ! !!!

Monday Afternoon

Comments

[contrasoma]

"We both got sick to death of the whole opposite-sex thing, so we cut mine off, sewed it up inside hers and called it even. We're both much happier now."

---Luciano Despot, 18th Century Italian poet-vintner whom I just made up.

Say hola to the toilet for me, we're not seeing much of each other these days.

[absinthe]

I've had a thing for salted-in-shell peanuts lately. Shall I mail you some roughage? :D

[absinthe]

I mean; OH GOD!!!

[contrasoma]

No, it's not like that; my roughage is fine. The toilet just refuses to take back what it said about the new Morrissey record, so it's all over between us.

[devonsego]

You and your gastro-intestinal turmoil. Don't you hate it when you come home, thinking that you get to take a monumental gut-stretching shit and then there's no ass-wipe? That happened to me the other day and while I was on the way to Albertsons (and inside) it seemed like everyone one wanted to stop and have a word with me. Murphy's law is more constant than gravity.

[absinthe]

Nothing will compare to the "OH GOD THERE'S SHIT IN MY PANTS" story. And I'm not talking about comic books, either.

[nervous_damage]

wait.
what the fuck are you talking about?!

im out of the loop.

[absinthe]

You and me both, sistah.

[nervous_damage]

DON'T CALL ME SISTER I UH AM TRYING TO SAY SOMETHING ANGSTY!
shit.

man, i am so filled with hatred until i open up the vodka for the night.
then im just filled with giggles, giggles and like hatred.

wait, you never answered the whole Alaska thing. i mean seriously, please tell me you didn't go all primitivist on everyone. god. primitivists!

[absinthe]

Primitive as in using the phone book as toilet paper?