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27 November 2007 @ 10:15 pm
What is it about Thanksgiving that brings out the sloth in every man woman and child? I can't believe I took a 4-day break from running; but on the plus side I've had two excellent trips the last two days, both on 5-hours sleep the night before. It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas Presents!

O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of our dear Savior's b-b-b-birth.
O holy night! The something something distant
It is the night with the Christmas trees and pie.
Jesus was born and so I get presents.
Thank you, Jesus, for being born.

I've been thinking a lot about fucking lately. Pop Pop's horny!

The mere fact that you call making love "Pop Pop" tells me that you're not ready.

If ever there was time for meaningless sex while I still can in NYC, now's the time. Speaking of which, I can't NOT get aroused around the hot new girl at my work. She pretty much consumes my every waking masturbatory fantasy right now. I'm running out of excuses for why I'm doubling-over whenever she walks by; something tells me "Keeping the explosive gas at bay" isn't any less embarassing. Or sex-ay!

Yes, I like to fart on women while we're having sex; that is EXACTLY what I'm saying.

What was the point of all this? I dunno, I like Top Ramen when I'm starving myself to death. And I have holes in my pieces of shit walls that I'm going to have to pay to repair before I leave. Fucking shoddy sheet rock. And I really want to get stoned soon.

And I think I'm going to miss my run tomorrow because Jenny and I are going on a hunt for some quality literary magazines and some quality Happy Hour.

And I think my ass is broken ... there's a big crack down the middle ...