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So theyre all about sex. Except for Deep Fried Mozerella and Barbara Feldon, but even those have a certain sensuality to them. Anyone surprised?
Oh, and who is this Matt Fitzwater fella? Please dont say hes some sort of sports figure.
Hi. Im feeling like a crabby bucket of crabbiness today.
I am not sexy nor creative nor spunky nor particularly deep. I shudder to think that this is the onslaught of some sort of Seasonal Disorder disorder-type-thing.
Winifred is coming to town in a couple of days. I expect seeing her beautiful face and nuzzling up to her psyche will do wonders.
But in the meantime, Im just wanting to scarf down as much empty comfort food as possible, unplug the phone, dive under the covers with trashy pulp and/or masturbate in a decidedly uninspired fashion.
Im putting on my Winter Coat as a result. I was feeling pretty purty, all slimmed down n toned n shit. Now Ive got what could easily turn into a squishy tyre around my waist if Im not careful.
Ack! What does one do to get Reinspired!
One takes a walk, gets into an engaging project, or has sex.
Kay then. Lets remedy this. Im going to walk down Magazine Street slowly, take my PowerBook out to a café to do todays work, and hopefully pick somebody up and come home and fuck them.
Bing. Problems solved. Youve been a great help. Thanks for being there, man.
Visit the Marquis Crush o the Week. (I could be arrested for this one.)
NEW FEATURE! DJ, SAVE my life! Wanna feel like a Marquis? Download the music hes listening to. But do it quickly. This mp3 will be erased at my next diary entry because Im stealing bandwidth. TODAY: Rosemary Clooney and Marlene Dietrich bickering as mother and daughter in Dats Nice, Donna Fight, Have a Piece of Fruit (1.7 MB). Thanx to Trik 2303 for managing to tape this one as well.
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