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So right after I posted the original picture I put up a sign informing people just what I thought of the urinal thingy hanging on the wall. And a month later it's still there and no one has even added any comments. Apathetic people, I swear . . .

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A supposedly intelligent person mentioned to me the other day that he wondered if it was true that masturbation led to blindness. I didn't think even the proverbial old wives believed that anymore.

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Bah. If I could just make myself decide about anything, I'd be dangerous. A couple of people mentioned a while back that indecisiveness is a Libra trait. Heh. So I guess I'm Libra all the way. I was thinking I should get a Libra tattoo, but I can't decide whether to get it on my ass or my forehead. Typical.

Still can't decide about when to take vacation time and go to Mississippi. I was thinking like Aug. 1-9 or so, but now I'm thinking late Aug. That would let me get through w/ this freelance book and maybe even get paid for it. And then school would be just starting and there'd be more going on in town. Well, actually there still won't be anything going on, but at least the town won't feel quite so empty. But maybe I'll get to see an MSU football game. That would actually be really fun--I guess it's almost three years since I've been to one. I can go take pictures of all the drunken freaks for y'all. =)

Anyway, so that's one thing. The other is what I'm going to do about staying here or moving on. It looks like there's not going to be a position for me to be able to move up into for the foreseeable future. ("Up into for." Damn, I can write.) So I guess when I get back into town I'll start looking for jobs in NYC again. That's not really so much an "if" question as a "when" question. I dunno, it's tough, though--really I'm just now feeling somewhat at home here. But the pay here stinks and I don't want to stay at this level for too long. But I've only been at the press for less than two years and in this particular job for just over one year. So gah. And my Magic 8-Ball long ago disappeared, worse luck.

What I need, my friends, is a sugar mama. I got no problem being someone's bitch. Well, not just anyone's, ya know, but I'm willing to field offers.

At Harry's retirement lunch at Ibiza today I had a $16 entree and water. So how did my bill end up being $28?!? And it was supposedly adjusted because I didn't have alcohol or dessert. I guess we paid for Harry's lunch too, but still--there were ten other people there! ah fuckithellidontgiveadamn