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Yet another phonebook was delivered unto our doorstep this afternoon like some kind of mysterious orphan destined for greatness. My roommate speaks of a place where you can trade your directories for monies, and I think that I have heard that before, but I believe the process of finding said place involves summoning genies and answering riddles for mythical creatures.

So I went to the Genitorturers Fetish ball thing Saturday night, though admittedly I wasn't there to see the Genitorturers play. In fact, I didn't even realize they were a band until I had been there a few hours. Anyway, I was far too distracted by the loads of beautiful women wearing naught but their unmentionables to care that particular "music".

Sometime between the third or fourth girl that said I was "gorgeous" and that blonde muse who wanted to make out with me for a picture I realized that buying an Italian silk tie was one of the greatest investments I've ever made. In fact, I've decided I'm going to start a little collection. Suffice to say, I now know why DapperGatsby wears suits all the time.

Anyway, now I'm all outta cash, and desperately need to find a way to hustle some more... but no worries, I always figure out something.