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So much happens that I don't write about anymore. How will I ever remember my adventures and misdeeds once Alzheimer's comes knocking? Pride (or my absence thereof), Tim's Homecoming, crazy work shit, movie critiques, etc. Sometimes I feel like I am living on a separate plane of existence. No, I can't really explain what that means.
So instead of recapping, let's talk about tomorrow. I want to do something visceral. Something that will make me wake up the next day, wonder why my legs ache or why I have a scraped knee, and then remember with a smile. Hmmmmm....
Oh, and watch out. The ever vigilant, brilliant, totally-non-hate-mongering, dildo loving Bill O'Reilly had an excellent segment about Lesbian Rape Gangs that indoctrinate youngsters into homosexuality. So be careful with your youngsters. And remember Who's Looking Out For You what a douche
So instead of recapping, let's talk about tomorrow. I want to do something visceral. Something that will make me wake up the next day, wonder why my legs ache or why I have a scraped knee, and then remember with a smile. Hmmmmm....
Oh, and watch out. The ever vigilant, brilliant, totally-non-hate-mongering, dildo loving Bill O'Reilly had an excellent segment about Lesbian Rape Gangs that indoctrinate youngsters into homosexuality. So be careful with your youngsters. And remember Who's Looking Out For You what a douche