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I feel a need to have a more mysterious life. This means either becoming a priest or being even more eccentric than I am already, which would be hard. Were I any more eccentric, I'd probably implode leaving behind a black hole that sucks in pastries.
I doubt I'll become a priest either. Although the option is very attractive. Speak dead languages all the time, wear black robes and interesting vestments, wander in dusty corridors carring censers and lanterns...what more could I want? I doubt they'd let me have pot if I were a priest. Maybe I could hide it in the censers. I wonder if your average monk knows a bong from a censer. Maybe someday when I get tired of secular life. About six to ten months, I imagine.
All of a sudden I feel a stupid need to share my stupid life with another stupid crappy person. It must be all the weird pollens in the air or something. Spring tears up my allergies and makes me sappy. Crappy.
Everyone should read the book called "Cruddy" by Lynda Barry, of "ernie pook's comeek" fame. What an excellent writer.
My old roommate had better pay me soon or I'll just drive to Asheville and flatten all his tires. That just might be worth it.
I doubt I'll become a priest either. Although the option is very attractive. Speak dead languages all the time, wear black robes and interesting vestments, wander in dusty corridors carring censers and lanterns...what more could I want? I doubt they'd let me have pot if I were a priest. Maybe I could hide it in the censers. I wonder if your average monk knows a bong from a censer. Maybe someday when I get tired of secular life. About six to ten months, I imagine.
All of a sudden I feel a stupid need to share my stupid life with another stupid crappy person. It must be all the weird pollens in the air or something. Spring tears up my allergies and makes me sappy. Crappy.
Everyone should read the book called "Cruddy" by Lynda Barry, of "ernie pook's comeek" fame. What an excellent writer.
My old roommate had better pay me soon or I'll just drive to Asheville and flatten all his tires. That just might be worth it.