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Survival.

Monday, August 1st, 2005 | faggy tendencies

I survived the weekend.

Can you imagine how relieving it is? I left work on Sunday, and it was drizzling, but I didn’t care. I tucked my Shuffle in my shirt, and I walked in the rain, grinning like a Chesire Cat. The relief I felt was like coming out of a three-hour fuck session. Because fucking for three hours makes me want to walk in the rain.

For real.

Thoughts:

It’s so easy to roast a Cornish Hen, I don’t see why more people do it. Spices, some oiol, maybe some butter, marinate for a bit, cook in an oven for 45 minutes in 375 degrees and you’ve got a meal! For two, if you want.

I’m a workaholic. I lose all desire for nourishment when I’m working.

oh baby

how does it feel

to know

that I once had you in me,

But you had complete control.

And I relished every thought

every drop of sweat

every sliver of pain through my back

which made me

tremble.

Who knows? I might find love still

Monday night is over. i move tommorow!

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