well, friends, everything has SUCKED SO HARD lately that i almost completely forgot the whole point of this "three positive affirmations a day" discipline that i embarked upon so long ago. i fear i have been remiss in my duties, my darlings. you might say, in fact, that i have been naughty... apologies.
...now available for punishment.
the problem is, "i woke up breathing" and "nobody shot at me today" doesn't make for very interesting reading.
SO, in the name of trying harder, i am hanging a ten pound weight from my cock as i write this. in some bizarre, and largely inexplicable way, this makes me happy.
in other news, after discovering that my beautiful '67 B18, that heroic feat of Swedish over-engineering renowned the world over for its indestructibility - nicknamed the Amazon by enthusiasts - had in fact devoured itself beyond all hope of a rebuild, i heard an interview on the radio with the futurist prophet of environmental sustainability, Bruce Sterling, and learned that he has come to our very own Pasadena to save us from ourselves. perhaps it's time to fill the tires on my beach cruiser and ride into a new day, yeah?
also, i don't know if this is super neat-o or cool or whatever, but i found it interesting as i chewed a piece of nicorette... smoke on this, dear friends.
lastly, check out this good shit - if this doesn't bring a grin to your face then you have had way to much botox.
love to you all, my electronic lovelies
ps. everybody PLEASE show Babs some love. i have mixed feelings about today's mobilization because i don't think that Bill Frist gives a fuck what any of us think; on the other hand, i think that showing our fearless senator support of any kind right now has tremendous power. She deserves your love.
Not only have the chains of law been broken, they never existed; demons never guarded the stars, the Empire never got started, Eros never grew a beard.
...now available for punishment.
the problem is, "i woke up breathing" and "nobody shot at me today" doesn't make for very interesting reading.
SO, in the name of trying harder, i am hanging a ten pound weight from my cock as i write this. in some bizarre, and largely inexplicable way, this makes me happy.
in other news, after discovering that my beautiful '67 B18, that heroic feat of Swedish over-engineering renowned the world over for its indestructibility - nicknamed the Amazon by enthusiasts - had in fact devoured itself beyond all hope of a rebuild, i heard an interview on the radio with the futurist prophet of environmental sustainability, Bruce Sterling, and learned that he has come to our very own Pasadena to save us from ourselves. perhaps it's time to fill the tires on my beach cruiser and ride into a new day, yeah?
also, i don't know if this is super neat-o or cool or whatever, but i found it interesting as i chewed a piece of nicorette... smoke on this, dear friends.
lastly, check out this good shit - if this doesn't bring a grin to your face then you have had way to much botox.
love to you all, my electronic lovelies
ps. everybody PLEASE show Babs some love. i have mixed feelings about today's mobilization because i don't think that Bill Frist gives a fuck what any of us think; on the other hand, i think that showing our fearless senator support of any kind right now has tremendous power. She deserves your love.
Not only have the chains of law been broken, they never existed; demons never guarded the stars, the Empire never got started, Eros never grew a beard.
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Wow, you sure do write a lot about your cock.