all this porn has gotten me to thinking

am i fuckable? i wonder. merry christmas.

last nite was not for lovemaking; it was for cheap mexican

in a big strip center. in a big country. i had a burrito thing. and a beer. the beer cost more than the food. and that's even with the extra 60 cents for "higher quality" beef. everything cost less than $8. what more do you want?

today saw the last of the candy treat that tim's wife gave me

i finished it.

no, wait

we did move. never mind about moving back. and this time, it's personal.

i moved back

okay. alright.

we're moving

and i assure you i have nothing to do with it. if it were up to me i would never move. not from this house. not from this room. not from this chair. but things happen. and people move. and in two days i'm one of those people.

finally

i have a new chair.

ok what on earth is that?

i just dropped off a letter in one of those blue post-office boxes and when i pushed it in, it pushed pack. visual inspection revealed the entire box was completely entirely and totally filled with mail. there were letters literally trying to climb back out of the box. mine wants to stay in. i hope.

i didn't like that last post very much

i'm going to do another one.

i have to go drive somewhere now

this is truly getting ridiculous. tomorrow i may work. again...

maybe i'm just tired

or maybe the rest of the world has just gotten too much sleep today. i'm not sure.

i have to tell you

i just ate a pita chip. a stacy's pita chip. it was delicious. i'm still thinking about it now. then i might go outside for a walk down the street. the dogs will bark. but let them. let them.