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Jun 20, 2007 21:08

It seems like it's going to be one of those nights where I go to a bar and drink and entire pitcher to myself... and I'm making it out to be a bad thing? Lately I've been going out, drinking a fugload of beer and then somehow making it home. I keep vaguely remembering these awesome encounters with street randoms. Jaques and his Rottweiler Buddy. The homeless guy I gave free drugs and cigarettes too for no reason except for that I was wasted and wanted to talk to someone.

Mowgles is gone for an undetermined amount of time to NYC and beyond, leaving me with the apartment to myself. It's nice except for the fact that I have to clean up the whole place... again... for the second time in a week. There's pizza crust all over the place, and he didn't do the dishes like he said he would before he left... but y'know what, life goes on. I'll clean it and I'll feel better and I won't let anyone inside this fucking apartment. But only because I'm a fucking bitch.

I think I'm just being a bitch because I haven't gotten laid in almost a month. Which by the way isn't right. Anyway, sex soon or myheadesplodes. My job still sucks and everyones a fucking prick.

ANGST HARRRR.
Anyway, anyone who hasnt been to chickensluts.com should go because it is my baby. Look at all my friends (half)naked now. Be freaked out, be inspired, be horny, be offended, howevathefuck you wanna feel, feel it and then get naked and put it on and be joyfully delighted.

Anyway, back to itching myself to certain death.
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