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I thought I was having a bad monday… Annndd, how’s your day going?

skipped class again so I could lay in bed rehashing old insecurities, resigned myself to a life of mediocrity-on-paper, on my way to a focus group about bread or something to get $100 for my opinions, because pretty much everything that keeps me going in life has fallen into my lap because I am a 20-something white male.  wheeeee!

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I’m needing to find out where this picture came from, because it is full of fucking awesome and manly badassery. Otherwise I’m well enough, up since eight-ish, when I was awoken from a delightful half-dream about naval warfare, had breakfast with my lover, and then promptly cuddled up with her and went back to sleep for…two hours…because we’re awesome like that and sometimes sleeping the quiet hours of the morning away is really the best way to enjoy them…besides, nothing wrong with a pre-noon siesta—even the dog agreed and napped at our feet. Now, however, my lover has gone off to study and I have the dog curled up on my legs, chuffing and snorting away in her sleep, as I write what will be the last essay for my stylistics class on an old friend and try to make him not sound all that crazy…which…well, as he says, “it’s the normal people who are crazy, everyone’s weird in their own way.” And I have to agree with him there. The dog has just woken up, still snorting sleepily, now mixed with a bark or two to ward off the mailman, whose truck just pulled up outside. I like Alan (the postman) and would be quite sad if they cut mail delivery on Saturdays, because he is genuinely a nice guy and seeing him tends to brighten my day. Also, he brings shiny things, books, and letters to and from my lover, so…that makes me happy, even if things are just things, etc…I still really enjoy the acquisition of them, which explains, I suppose, why I have so much stuff and so little money. I’ve done the calculations, of course, and…well, I don’t want to even divulge how much I’d have saved by not buying all the crap I’ve picked up over the last…let’s say six years…but…well, I have this summer to rid myself of a lot of it, so I’ve set up an etsy shop for that purpose and will hopefully start posting pictures to it ‘really soon’—ie when I finish this semester…and then…profit. Or at least the getting rid of stuff at some minor financial gain. And now, back to writing. I smell like a goat. This calls for a shower.
And now…to a shower, and then writing.