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...Close to the source, on a white trash moon
Under the horny sun of July...


Embarassing moment of the day: Okay, when I sit, I have this horrible habit of tucking my left leg under my right, the heel of it fairly close to my ass. No idea why I sit like that; I'm sure it's probably really bad for my lower back. Anyway, I twisted in my chair today, while I was sitting like that, and felt the fabric of my pants rip, right next to my right hip pocket. Meh! At least I'm wearing cute boxers (the ones with the lizards.)

Still feeling a little echoy (echoy echoy echoy...) Am I not unlike a grave robber? I spied an Odwalla orange juice in the fridge this morning, and after asking The Other Three if it was theirs, I claimed it. My thinking was that it was only going to spoil eventually. So: from spoiled to spoils. And I silently thanked whomever it was that placed it there. It was refreshing. Thank you, departed! You are remembered.

I think perhaps today is Pop-Tart day. Yeah. Pop-Tarts and espresso. Such a contrast. I'll drink my dark, syrupy espresso in my demitasse cup, and in place of the biscotti: a trashy strawberry Pop-Tart. What would they say in Italy?

Combined sugar and caffeine rush, anyone?

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