I wrote a big whiny lame entry last night about how stressed I was. I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to post it, but I was in love with a stigmata joke that I made, so I posted it. But honestly, the stigmata joke wasn’t enough to carry the entry. So I killed it this morning. Words are funny things. Jake read me this incredible quote from Jenny and the Jaws of Life by Jinzey Willet. I don’t have it right now, but I rushed out at lunch on Tuesday to purchase the book and now I’m looking forward to reading it like the glee one normally reserves for Christmas morning and showers of wrapping paper destined to decorate landfills for years to come. Sorry, sometimes my inner hippy child sneaks out. But what I’m saying is that I love words. Words turn me on, probably more than anything else in the world. John Irving is one of the sexiest men in the world, not because of his smoldering eyes or his awning-like eyebrows… no, it’s the words. The way they touch you. Words caress your cheek and blow in your ear. Words tickle your secret tickle place.
Words rock.
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Description: Curvy Round Sex Goddess #00001.
Strengths: Ability to look at any situation and find something humorous.
Weaknesses: Gives all of her clothing names, continually breaks the html for the notify list, can be taken out with a Blind Russian or several stiff Malibu and Diet Cokes, uses the word “Gah” to excess, cannot resist HobNobs or Krispy Kreme donuts, writes long runon sentences that go on and on but somehow still manage to make sense and sound good.
Special Skills: Can open a beer bottle with her breasts, can sing just like Dennis DeYoung.
Weapons: Hips that have a wiggle wiggle known to mesmerize opponents, oral skills not limited to public speaking, irresistable to lesbians.
Diary Quote: The heart is a lonely paddleboat and the subconscious is a dank pit of wet earth that wants to bite you in the ass and give you mud babies.
