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last night i did it. twice.
and how type a am i? so type a that even after all of that, when i finally collapse in bed alone, i assume lying bound angle position. i can't even pass out in a heap, instead, yoga positions.
last wednesday, i forget why, but i had an icky dream. all i remember is that a dog and cat were in it, and i was convinced that the dog was hitting on me. boy do i need therapy.
on a less troubling note, there are two apartments opening in my building. it would bring me no greater joy than to welcome friendly, quiet, nonsmoking webheads into my humble 5-story walkup:
posted October 28, 2002 in crap, delivery, music, sex. 20032001