Monday, October 22, 2001
|12:54 AM|
I find myself stagnant. I need, I need, I say these things and what I am really say is "I need to but I bet I won't".
Without my psycotic passion on tap, even for the short periods once offered by my imbalance, I find it difficult to do anything that this is not absolutely mandated. I still need guilt.
In fact, consider this an open call for volunteers. You would be of massive service to me if you can...GUILT THE CECIL.
The way it works is, I give you a reasonable job list that must be completed by the end of the week. If I do not complete it, and can not offer EXCELLENT excuses why particular items were not completed, then something terrible happens. Like...shoot. I dunno. Embarrassing pictures of myself on your webspace might work.
Too bad I can't ask for something in return, like compromising photos of They-Who-Gives-Cecil-Guilt. It's not like you get anything out of the deal. "Oh goody! Cecil got his car repaired! I must spontaneously orgasm!" . Howabout this, if I finish all my tasks, that will mean greater success in life and more freedom. Meaning I can travel to your location and fufill whatever sick fetish you want. Damn balloon bangers.
Now that I think about it, mere guilt is not going to work. I must find what I need from, cheezily enough, inside myself. Bah. Well, the offer still stands if anyone wants to be my guilt-emitter.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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