Tuesday, June 21, 2005


Six Questions of Socrates was a huge disappointment. I'm returning it to the store after I type up this entry. Every single page was an exercise in uber-sentimental schlock. Read it if your brain's made of potpourri and pine nuts.


The incessant ringing is driving me up the wall. Two more weeks, and I'm disconnecting my phone line. It's getting to be ridiculous. I feel like a pigeon with its feet blown off, rolling on the floor like a breakdancer.


Banana Chic's birthday present for me finally arrived in the mail. I excitedly ripped open the package. What could it be? My brow was sweating from anticipation (and this goddamn, fucking heat). I removed the tissue paper and put it to the side. There it was, in all its visionary glory:

The Pop-Up Kama Sutra --
"The latest in paper engineering meets the greatest in the literature of sex."

I don't know what I'd do without my favourite chink.

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