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Sometimes, when you're digging your knuckle into someone's asscrack, they can get the wrong idea.
12:47 a.m., 2002-07-09
It's all my fault. Things happen, and I like them, and I think maybe I don't want to tell anyone about them but that's primarily laziness. But right now I'm buring eight hundred thousand CDs for Todd's stupid club that i HATE but I love, and I'm being told that I never write anymore and it's true, I don't. SO HERE. ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY? I give and give and give to you kids. 1) I got a massage from a gigantic, burly Asian woman with stenciled on eyebrows who tried to tell me that her name is "Johanna." She was fully fucking lying. I laffed, and I asked my massagemate Jen if maybe Massage Ladies take stage names like Porn Ladies. And do you know what? Jen told me yes, they do, because sometimes when you're digging your knuckle into someone's asscrack, they can get the wrong idea. Anyway, "Johanna"'s verbal communication with me was limited to the phrase "Hurts you?" spoken in an inexplicably German accent. In short, I love "Johanna." 2) Job still rules, harder than a job should. 3) I got super fucking depressed. I'm over it. 4) Mars got a balloon and some springs put in her lungs. 5) I went to three hundred thousand weddings. I'll tell more later, i'm already losing steam.
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