Okay. That sex post made me completely forget about what I was going to type. 

Nice. 

I still want to press keys tho so here goes:

I admit to being slightly jealous of you guys hanging out and me not getting to be there and meet dude’s woman and plus I have disgustingly sick friends in Chicago who would make our night way more exciting than sitting around talking about writing with stupid writers - EXCEPT - NATCH - the writers reading this because as you know WE ARE ONE. 

And by we I mean blah blah blah period

Hi I am cynical as fuck. Not as much as before tho. I have allowed myself to smell flowers and pet fawns and shit like that. Basically, I am all about staying busy. Every sentence I type is a comma war. Does anyone else on the planet share this ocd thing?

The best thing about the Internet is not having to type six trillion words when six hundred can get it done. Also the International Pussy. But, as the whore of a Mexican, Melinda Maria DeJesus Bonaventura Cruz says, 

“No, no. That was ten years ago. Those days are long gone for you.”

Fucked up, right?

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know

#highfiveyourbaby