Thursday, January 10, 2002
|1:03 AM|
Well, it's getting worse. Someone from Nasa.gov actually showed up here looking for a terminal program for packet radio. I, suprisingly enough, know a little about the subject but not enough to help anyone on earth. I really need to do something about that. But I also REALLY need to sleep. And pay my electric bill. And you know what? I'm going to bitch about being lonely. That's right. You can't stop me. no one can. Zusty, of the dead diary, got me several samples of Peruvian flute music. It is tremendously soothing. My idea of good date at this point would be to listen to peruvian flute music while baking cookies, followed by watching some movie on a TV while eating Pizza. Followed, of course, by wild, passionate, sleeping. In the same bed, but sharing only body heat. You fuggin' heard me. Not exactly a first date situation, but hey, I'm only dreaming.
A female friend of mine might employ my services as a boyfriend judger. She has a potential boy toy, and I may be giving the guy the once over. I told her that if in the middle of the conversation with him, I clamp my jaws around the back of his neck, drag him to the street, shake him until he is incapacitated, and then finally lay a clutch of eggs in his chest cavity, that he is not a good potential mate. I'm pretty sure combining the practices of both alligators and some species of wasps would be the most effective way to convey my message. However, if I lie down on the ground and roll over to show my neck, I am showing trust towards this person. I doubt that will happen. I don't even trust my own pet.
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///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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