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[12 May 2008|10:50am] |
Off in four hours. Just one more shift to go. At three in the afternoon, I shall be free, free!. For eight days, anyway. Shrewdly, I took the week off strarting with my normal day off, thereby having a day more.
I'm going to be spending some more time writing, catching up on what i've missed out on. That means more sketches about Frasier manipluating his genitals in the post nuclear war, AOL's Dating Advice kicked right in, and Scat gags aplenty. And some poetry. Probably.
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[12 May 2008|04:00pm] |
I lead a life of double romantic interests, but interests that are to my knowledge, mine and mine along. They certainly don't know. Neither of them do, their hearts glow in my eyes. I don't know who has my heart or who wants it, if either ever would. I doubt it, but I can only muse upon these things. It makes me happy. I was talking to someone about how the soul dips and gets depressed if it doesn't have something to give it that shot in the arm. This is what gives me that shot in the arm. The romantic feelings I have for her, and possibly for her.
But one I shall never be with. And I don't know even if the other looks in my direction with an errant eye.
Funny thing is, they couldn't be more different. I am attracted almost arbitrarily, to different types of women and always, always to ones that are the most difficult to get anywhere near.
This is just a thought. Go back to your desks, your offices, and carry on.
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