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ok, screw normality. two nights ago i dreamt denise benson and i were chatting amiably about when i was going to break open the chocolate body paint i received for valentine's day. i woke up as giddy and nervous as i was in the dream.

today, i thought about all the hot sluts i managed to make out with in days of yore. i figured that i must have been some kind of cute, because man, i gots me some nice skanks!

(i'm kidding. they were all very nice ladies.)

mmmm...hot lesbo sluts....

(oh shit, the search engines are going to go nuts.)

tonight is The Show...ricardo and i are playing in a club, and i know that a few of my friends can't come. the two other friends i have will "try" to be there because they "work until 8.30" or some such nonsense. i'm a little nervous. i'll be much more nervous later. my fingertips are on their 7th layer of skin, thanks to ferocious playing and practicing. i need to get a drumkit again, let someone else slice up their fingers on guitar strings...

man. i've been eating quite a bit of chocolate lately.