hi. my posts are so complainy lately.
i am sick and bitchy today. well, really on the cusp of sickness where you're just really tired and irritable. i keep smoking cigarettes anyway. i have become a daytime smoker again. i can no longer cling to the title "social smoker." it is a total lie.
last night i watched e true hollywood story about hugh hefner. i have always thought he was too dumb to have as much money and as good of a magazine as he has. i thought, "hey, i'll watch this and maybe i'll realize i was wrong." but no, i still think he's too dumb. he's so dumb he doesn't realize how dumb and pathetic he looks partying at the playboy mansion, sandwiched between two bleach blondes, grinding on one while spanking the other. he just looks like a grandpa on too many painkillers at a senior home mixer, where the two blondes are a by-product of his drug-imagination. (sarah can probably relate to this.) also, his two teenage sons are the spittin' image of him, except totally socially awkward. they will never have sex in their lives, except maybe with each other.
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I will say nothing against Hef, except that his laugh frightens me. Also, you know of my deep love of The Girls Next Door. If Holly, Bridget and Kendra can love Hef, so can I.
You're not too sick to go to dinner, right? I miss you.
i love holly. that is probably why i hate hef. because i want holly to myself. you know about my love for holly.
yes, i will be at dinner for sure. it is an impending sickness, which can only be conquered by whiskey.
i miss you, too. i have been incognito lately. i blame the weather.
His girlfriends make me sad. I will never have money. When I am a hundred years old, nineteen-year-old girls won't love me anymore. No one will love me.
Oh, Jack Morgan, why so sad? We will all probably be dead when we are 100 years old, so there is no need to worry about love. Only the robots that will inevitably kill us.
i shall always love you jack morgan!
thanks. i feel better.
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