2003-06-25 - 3:42 p.m. FlamingS This day will not end. This day has been so long. It feels like I am being dragged across an arctic tundra by a sea turtle who has no interested in hurrying up. My brain aches. My belly aches. My anus aches. I have been queasy, jolted, and shitting fire like an asthmatic dragon. (In flaming spurts) Why do I tell you this? To point out that I am an idiot? To show you how icky my day has been? You might think that. Since I am both and idiot and my day has been awful. Maybe I pointed these out to make my friends feel bad? But that�s just silly. Vik the Slick got less sleep than I did, and The Cake didn�t get a paycheck for his activity. They feel as bad as I do; in different ways. Maybe I wanted to talk about how I am a fool for staying up until 5:45 in the morning, and getting that old �awake� hangover? Maybe I wanted to tell you how I am giving up Liquor until July? Or how I saw an old High School friend and her cat? (that makes her sound old) Or how I saw this sexpot and her glass dildo? (that makes her sound slutty) Or how I saw this girl from the past and heard her stories until daybreak? No. I didn�t want to say that. Or any one of these things. I made this entry with one intention. And that was to work in the phrase �flaming spurts� which I think I did quite nicely. That phrase made me smile in a sick sort of way, and has been the highlight of my day. It�s been a bad day. ~Gump END DAMN YOU END!!!! | |||||||||||
