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I’m not supposed to be writing in here. I have so much to do: grad app, Spunker, homework... Just the thought drains my mutant healing factor. I’m such a sloth this month. Well, not sloth. More like, buzzed. I can’t seem to get out of the gauze in my head. It’s really strange and exhilarating. On my way home tonight, I started full on singing Nsync’s “Tearing Up My Heart” complete with New Kids On The Block dance moves whenever I was at a stop light.
I’m playing hooky and you guys are playing with me. Isn’t this such illicit conspiratorial fun? I’m taking you fuckers with me.
Tonight at the gym, lifting weights was like pulling teeth. I just could not get into it. As soon as I got home, I hit the showers and laid in hot water for about three hours. Now I’m hungry.
Something is definitely wrong with my throat. It doesn’t seem to be a cold. I’ve narrowed it down to two things. 1) it may be the by-product of smoking. Please God don’t let me be like Ned on South Park. 2) I have a habit of scratching the back of my throat with my tongue. I’m not sure if all people do it. Earlier today I noticed that I was doing it again and my throat hurt. Then I put 2 and 3 together. The only thing is, I’ve had this habit since velociraptors ate the earth so why would it suddenly become a huge problem now? I also wonder how the hell I’m going to stop it, especially in my sleep. I’ve started to literally bite my tongue because I notice that when I’m not thinking, all of a sudden I start doing the tongue-scratching thing and the rawness starts screaming.
I just had a thought. Hookers probably have this problem because of the excessive amount of blowjobs that they provide. If their throats get raw due to giving head, can they get workman’s comp?
Tonight’s shindig went pretty well. I’m really happy for The Hairy Editor and Friends. Okay, actually I’m more happy for Friends. I spent most of the night hanging out with The Great Hawaiian Hope. It was real good to see him again. I swear, once that boy publishes his thesis, he’s gonna be ALMOST as cool as Kitsune.
Also got to talk to Surfboy. His girlfriend is awfully bobora looking but it turns out she’s local and really nice.
Overpublished on the other hand... Oh my God, his girlfriend is a fucking bitch on wheels. The Hairy Editor told me that she didn’t crack a single smile the entire night. God. Why fucking bring her in the first place? This is why I refuse to mix romantic interests with social/business events. It just does not mix. Inevitably, they will be uncomfortable and so it’ll make the rest of the world uncomfortable. And with grad apps and taxes in existence, the world is uncomfortable enough don’t you think?
I could have sworn the Hairy Editor tried to annoy me with Spunker tonight. WHATEVER already. Basically, I cashed in my favor and that’s that.
Speaking of which, since this was a little English Department thing, me and Kitsune came up with a promotional flyer geared specifically towards them. Our tagline was, “Come see our dangling modifiers!” Since I have a buncha flyers left over, I was thinking of dropping them off for public consumption at a local bookstore. You think “Come see our dangling modifiers!” is too, you know, English-y? I mean, the way these bookstores are at night these days, they’re basically like clubs without the dance music, alcohol, and black lights. Should our promo flyer for the bookstores be a little more hip? Marketing, marketing, marketing... Are there any marketing majors out there? Come work for Spunker. We pay extremely well plus you get medical.
Jawbreaker sucked pheasant shit.
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