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All this rain is making it hard to get around. I thought the joint-pain-because-of the-rain thing was an old wives tale but there might be something to it. My hip hurts. It feels like I've been kicked in the ass, or the side of the ass, rather. It makes me wonder if I've been sleepwalking again. For a time, I attached a leash to my...
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So.

I got a visit from my Dad in mid-December. My relationship with my Dad has always been difficult. I used to attribute this to the possibility that my Dad was just not a family man. Also, I find it supremely irritating that he named me after himself (note to all you future fathers out there - don't make your son a "junior" - it's...
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Let me tell you about my new weird habit, I snort warm saltwater up my nose. Yes. It feels good.

It feels fuckin' great, actually. More importantly it's cathartic, as well as (I think) vaguely hygienic. Ropes of evil seem to shoot right out of both nostrils. Sorry.

Moving on- my Dad asked me to go to Florida to work for him. Once again.

I'm...
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Well. I was bored. Feelin' kinda down. Completely out of mood altering substances (thinkin' about kickin' anyway). Did I mention I was bored? Oh yeah. I've got some money saved up. So I looked around on the interweb for some new toy to buy. I stayed up most of the night looking around. I like toys. I like shopping (except for clothes). After a bit...
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Sickness is a boon to the sage.

Second Thanksgiving was a bust.

More disappointing than First Thanksgiving.

Regret. Heartache. Despair. No gravy to be had.

It's late. My head hurts. I'm completely faded. Thanksgiving kind of sucked, yet there was much frottage, so it wasn't all bad. There is a chance to have another go at it, tomorrow. Yes, I'm talkin' 'bout Second Thanksgiving, a secret and semi-private crusade to do it right, sans the bullshit and the psychic war. I want more gravy, better gravy. Lumpy? That's OK....
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I was considering shortening my user name to "Apostrophe" next year. Y'see I've been dabbling with numerology and I thought maybe, just maybe, this would bring me better luck on this here site. 'Cause frankly, almost everything I get involved with turns to shit. But no, I can't do it 'cause someone else is using the name "Apostrophe". At first I was kinda pissed....
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It's much preferred to fly home non-stop, I'm sure most of you will agree. Stopovers with transfers are usually confusing and nearly always fucked in some way. Not just because I have to change seats (sometimes the highlight of a long, boring trip) but because the duration of time spent waiting around gnaws at my sense of adventure, however irrational. It's frustrating landing in a...
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So... yeah. Upon my arrival in Ft Lauderdale, I became aware that at some point in my life, I'm not sure when, I had begun to dress kind of like my Dad. The only difference I can discern is that I truly despise Tommy Hilfiger (for philosophicall reasons) oh, and... I still wear underwear.

I went shopping for clothes. What the fuck is going on...
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What I enjoy the most about Miami is the Cuban Coffee.

Though I try not to - I seem to have the unenviable knack of being conspicuous. Nobody, not even the gangstas, wears Dickies -which comprises 3/4 of my wardrobe. I smile a lot about nothing in particular, and I have a habit of staring off into the sky (usually looking for UFOs, but I'm...
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So, I'm at my home away from home - Fort Lauderdale. If you've ever been here for any reason other than Spring Break - you'd find it incredibly boring. The traffic sucks and it's impossible to find decent Mexican food. I've never been able to figure out which bus takes me straight to the beach, so I wind up walking. It takes me about two...
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