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Kristen I am hurling this one out for you. I’m a bit drunk (physically feel like squishee syrup) and the cat is all over me. Someone just farted something nasty and it wasn’t me, this is my reality, take it or leave it. Another Wednesday behind us, celebrated on the balcony with a gal as sexy as a peach pie.

When I was 18 and splattered-in-the-bottom-of-a-well-depressed, I used to soak in a hot tub until I nearly passed out, and one time while flopping myself onto a towel before going into cardiac arrest I had a vision in shining light of the face of my true love. I have never met this one vision, but instead found that those important in my life all bare (bear?) certain resemblance to this vision, and the degree of resemblance usually indicates the degree of importance in my life. An interesting few weeks then when someone new were to bear a striking resemblance, and someone old who bears the most striking resemblance in history were to coincide. Watch. They’ll be cousins.

I had an ongoing thought process in my head today about how I didn’t understand totally gay people or straight people and there were some pretty good back up arguments and possibly news items however if I were to describe it right now it would come out a little soft core, so maybe it should wait for another day. Seriously chickens, you want a little late night giggly girl raunch talk you buy the condo next door to Kristen’s balcony.

I can’t find my cell phone (originally spelled there “selphone”) and so I had to plug in my alarm clock. No wait, FIND my alarm clock under my bed, plug in, dust off, use a Braille like memory to set the now time and the alarm time. I hope to god it works and I don’t wake up at 10am with a farty dog.