Nothing of importance.

On Saturday, my friends Karen and Clare got me The Albino Bowler. It kicks all ll ass. They also got me a fortune fish, which makes me think of anamorphic.

If I'm a little hungry this afternoon, I think I'll have a mini MOOOOOOONPIE! Because I have Moon pies. Because I rock that way, and because Kimmerly loves me.

I was going to get a tattoo today in honor of Dr. Seuss' 100th birthday (a plain-bellied sneetch and a star-bellied sneetch holding hands), but I'm not going to. I don't really have the money for it. I also have another idea for a tattoo based on the cover of Catch-22 (just the little red man on the jagged blue background).

I may have something exciting to report tomorrow. Then again, I may not.

When it comes down to it, all I know is I don't want to die in Georgia, Alabama, Louisiana, Mississippi. Super-jocks, asshole cops, cars on blocks, and dirty hippies.

Ja, das ist ein shoness kleid.

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Baaaaaaaaaby moonpie!

The Mini Moonpie™ I'm about to eat has a sell-by date of 16250: H. So at least it's still fresh.

Asian Chicken Salad from Einstein Bros. was the lunch-time winner. They don't have the super-sticky-yummy flat bread with it anymore, though. :(

Also, I think I'm going to give myself a Prince Albert in the bathroom with a paper clip. Why? Why not?! Carpe Deim!