soggy argo There's nothing I want less than a bowl of cereal after having eaten three or Why I'm not into quadrupal orgasms. 010423 ... raze i said something in the bathroom, after having quite a bit to drink. i don't remember what it was. i think it was something along the lines of, "mine is a face that hovers amongst breasts that have no desire to house it". the one person who heard whatever i said didn't really hear it. vicky is cold. i'm glad she's cold, because receiving affection from the opposite sex is becoming a bit like being addicted to cocaine, & having someone dangle a baggy full of coke in front of my face. i eventually lose my composure & try to grab the baggy, snarling like a wild animal, but they're faster than i am. they jump into some random vehicle & drive with one hand, using the other to hold my medicine out of the window. i chase after them, but they keep driving just fast enough to stay out of my reach. if anyone ever says they love me again, i think i'm going to slit my throat with my fingernails. i played pool with vicky last week before i knew her name. she executed some beautiful shots, & i complimented her on playing good shape. she looked at me as if i had asked if i could suck on her nose while clapping her ears with my hands. no "thank you" or anything. i kind of got the impression she was a bit of a snob. & yet, tonight, after i had played about fifteen games of pool by myself, she decided to come over & offer to play me. it's nice to play someone who actually has some amount of skill. i offered to buy her a drink & she declined. we used the last ball of our second game taking turns trying to make impossible bank shots. it probably took ten minutes before the ball went down, & i forget who sank it. it isn't often you get to say "nice to know your name", as opposed to "nice to meet you". here's the best part: nothing will happen. these headaches are starting to make me wish i could get my hands on a gun. it's like someone's stabbing me in the left eye with a thumb tack, through some kind of narcotic fog. dull, but painful nonetheless. take what's yours & turn it into something anyone could recognize as theirs 040605 ... raze i didn't know this blathe already existed. [insert the appropriate obscenity here]. 040605 what's it to you? who go blather from