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I really hate how the guy in the comic shop keeps losing weight and getting hotter looking each time I go to pick up my stash. Today he was wearing this totally hot shirt and I wanted to play with his hair. J. finds the whole thing hilarious.

There was the absolute worst child EVER at Trader Joe's. Seriously. He was even dressed like Dennis the Menace, for fuck's sake. I have never seen a more out-of-control brat in my life, and he had TWO mommies trying to corral him. You know those ship bells that the cashiers ring? This little crumbgrabber was running around to each register and clanging them incessantly. Then he took off around the store at a clip Carl Lewis would envy, whooping like a loon. Finally mombie #2 got ahold of him and started dragging him outside. He was stamping his feet the whole way and as I shrank myself as close to the wall as possible, I was thinking "just you step on my toes, you little shit, and I will land a kick on you so fucking hard your mom will feel it in her tits like Hannibal Lecter said." Too bad Fortunately I didn't have to. The other shoppers couldn't believe the balls on the wee bastard. His mom was a hot piece of ass, though. Too bad she let that thing escape fully cooked.

That little bastard made my knees fuse together just by being within earshock. THANK YOU FOR RUINING MY PLANS TO MAKE MAD NOOKIE WITH J. HERE'S A FISTFUL OF RITALIN.

I'm gonna burn some nag champa and get some sleep. Bah.

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In the true American spirit, nothing is their fault.

Not that I wasn't rooting for those two the whole time they were shooting up the place, but come on now. Who gave them allowance?

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J. is at Pagan Mike's, playing D&D. I decided not to partake in the campaign because I cannot make myself regress to 1983 and nerd out like that. He appropriated the silk bag that voodoukween made me and put all his dice in it. Feh. He probably won't be home until 4am, and if he thinks I am going to get him up for work on time he has another thing coming.

I do not want to sand this wood. I do not want to sand this wood. I do not want to sand this wood. Yet I have to. OH, THE HUMANITY!

pigri, watch your mailbox!