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A moment of culinary inspiration:


So... I'm hungry.

So, I'm making crepes from scratch.
I haven't done this in a while.

After I've cooked up all the crepes, I'm looking for things to fill them.
Crepes make anything work as a meal.
An onion... Grill it up, put it into a crepe, and it's a meal
A banana... Slice it up, put it in a...
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I never got any cake on my birthday. This is sad.

I'd rather be thin than filled with yummy cake goodness, but maybe, I should just go get a slice at Jerry's. Or maybe, just go get a cup cake.

Uh-oh...
I got a bag of chocolate truffles at trader joes...
I ate one. It was so good that I ate two more...
They're way way too delicious...

I can hardly resist eating the entire bag =/


I need one of those dispensers on a timer, like the automatic cat feeder type thingy...
Something that releases one truffle ever eight hours or something..

Today is my birthday. I am now a demi-septuagenarian.

Now I need a cane, some dentures, a sweater-vest, and a swearing jar.

Attention, all beautiful girls... your abilities to make old men feel young again are needed. Call me, message me, txt me. Contact me and remind me that aging and sex-appeal are not mutually exclusive.

Ehhh... I've departed from early thirties and entered mid-thirties,...
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Once upon a time, my father invites me to come over to his house. When I arrive, he's busy doing an interview with Black Belt magazine.
As they're photographing him, I notice the T-shirt that he's wearing.

It says:

"The most dangerous biological weapon in the world is my son"


I was so honored
=)

I am dying. By the time you read this, I will be dead. (Just a metaphor.. don't trip)+

The old me is fading away, and soon some new me will be born. I'm not sure who he will be. I've never met him before. Or if I have met him, I have no memory of that meeting.

Thirty four years, thirty four thousand lives. Another...
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So, that's it
=/

I went and picked up my paintings from my gallery today.

They kept them around for a second group show. I suppose that means they liked them, since they kept 'em on the wall for two months as opposed to the typical three weeks; but none-the-less, none of them sold.

I so so so needed some extra cash from a sell...
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I am unprepared to burn things


The man that is burning is fast approaching.
And my original plans have fallen through.

I am currently without a ride, and thus far I am no more prepared that having a sleeping bag.


To all sympathetics out there, does anyone out there have space for me in their mode of transport?
Ideally, I'd love to rent an extra...
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Wanna tear it down /
Burn it to the fucking ground /
Once-and-for-fucking-all

$600 in the hole.

I don't know how it happened. Two moths of phonecalls somehow added up to six-hundred dollars.
I haven't poured over the details of the phone bill yet, and frankly I don't want to.

It just made me see cross-eyed when I tried to read the bill.
When I think of all the things that I could have done with that cash......
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Only about two hours of sleep under my belt the night before, andI'm caught in an hour+ of traffic.


I yawn escapes me. A loud yawn. I find myself raising the volume of the yawn, raising it's magnitude, trying to purge the fatigue from myself.

Suddenly, I found myself screaming.
Screaming... not yawning...

It felt good...

I thought, "Yeah... fuck... when was the last time...
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Last night, my brain felt like a bee hive. Now, my brain is shriveled. Overcooked... stewing in doubt-flavored ichor. Bitter fluid that flows into all the cavities where the diseased parts of my brain have atrophied.

All the insecurities with a specific gravity equal to or less that that of doubt bob to the surface of my thoughts.

Archimedes couldn't measure the human capacity for...
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