I looked up all the books I had wanted to read earlier, and theyÂ’re all on hold or checked out. I was tempted to run to a library in south Minneapolis (out of my way from here) to grab a copy of Rush Limbaugh is a Big Fat Idiot before they close in an hour, but I decided against it. I have plenty to read already, and besides, IÂ’d rather read the new one.
IÂ’m composing in word (Word X for Mac) right now, and I think thereÂ’s some kind of weird bug where every time I hit return it turns my font back into Times. I wanted Apple Gothic, damnit!
Earlier, I had actually written a whole blog entry about my exciting sexual adventures last night, but then, just as I had chickened out, and decided I was going to save the entry as “draft” in movable type instead of “Publish”, Eudora crashed on me hardcore, rendering the decision moot, as I lost the entire entry. (Hence my composition in word.)
Anyway, the entry was a little explicit. And while I know some of you readers would like to know what makes me come, IÂ’m not sure everybody shares that same desire. (Those of you who really want to know will just have to find out for yourselves!)
IÂ’m going to go home early now, and play more morrowind. Yay for the weekend!
It would be wrong to want to know that about *you* per se. But I like to know those things about total strangers on the street. Curiosity kills. And all that.
curiosity does kill. completely curiously agreed.
So when you gonna start up a dedicated porn blog already?
didn’t we both try that once? Neither of us “kept it up”, as I recal. heh.
Hm, right…. *sticks concept in back of head to fester*