2003-09-08 - 10:59 a.m.
dear diary,
"100 angry cocks" has to the best google search ever that has lead to your quiet discovery.
let's not talk about how AJ Benza is reading you. because that scares the buttons off of my pants.
so now that i'm unemployed and living off of uncle sam's handouts, it seems that i'm more busy than when i was working. the list of things i need to do in a day just keeps growing and this isn't turning into the dream vacation i was expecting.
the national river society has a museum on the border of iowa and illinois that features the mississippi river's steep heritage and culture and they have really snow cones, too.
it's the gayest place in the world to put a museum about the mississippi river because we literally have NO culture or heritage related to the river. we are so industrialized that the original trading the native americans used the river for [and food] seriously holds no relevance.
new orleans however - that's where you want to put the museum. they have a real culture: food, music, language etc that is all based on that river.
see what happens when i don't have anything interesting to talk about?
i've had like 5 dreams about masturbating within the past three days, 1 about having an affair, and 2 about being some boy's fag hag.
the cost of waking up aroused?
priceless.