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Alright, how about this; I post something in this fucking journal.
Goddamn, my lack of perseverance is astounding. I should be writing in here anyway, because I'm pretty sure talking to onesself boosts the IQ, and I'd much rather do it here than out loud.
I find it absolutely perverse that I have a cat that licks my toes. I probably shouldn't find it perverse, but I make the connection due to giving far too many footjobs in my short life.
No, no, I was talking about books, right? So I'm reading Harpo Speaks, and it genuinely kicks ass- I totally forgot what I was going to say while trying to think up a witticism. Wait. Probably that it's awesome but I find it strange that NO THAT'S IT, my finding it asskickingly awesome is maybe because I'm fucking hooked on the Marx Brothers. Okay, no, I find it strange at how very few anecdotes there are about Harpo chasing tail. Because I know he must have. I bet he chased more tail than a dog on crack, but there are so far only two mentions of girls and they both ended in a punch-line. Only one was funny. I figure it must have something to do with his wife, and I guess that's fine, but you can be sure I'm going to read a couple of Groucho's books to get the inside scoop.
What else am I thinking about? Uhh, need to finish that shit-bitch of a painting tomorrow.
Goddamn, my lack of perseverance is astounding. I should be writing in here anyway, because I'm pretty sure talking to onesself boosts the IQ, and I'd much rather do it here than out loud.
I find it absolutely perverse that I have a cat that licks my toes. I probably shouldn't find it perverse, but I make the connection due to giving far too many footjobs in my short life.
No, no, I was talking about books, right? So I'm reading Harpo Speaks, and it genuinely kicks ass- I totally forgot what I was going to say while trying to think up a witticism. Wait. Probably that it's awesome but I find it strange that NO THAT'S IT, my finding it asskickingly awesome is maybe because I'm fucking hooked on the Marx Brothers. Okay, no, I find it strange at how very few anecdotes there are about Harpo chasing tail. Because I know he must have. I bet he chased more tail than a dog on crack, but there are so far only two mentions of girls and they both ended in a punch-line. Only one was funny. I figure it must have something to do with his wife, and I guess that's fine, but you can be sure I'm going to read a couple of Groucho's books to get the inside scoop.
What else am I thinking about? Uhh, need to finish that shit-bitch of a painting tomorrow.