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I don't need to write erotica, I live it.


I was in a hot tub at a party getting head from my boyfriend while I made out with a girl. There was fire spinners and projections and excellent DJing in the background... and a huge tesla coil shooting purple lighting.

See John, next time I invite you to a party, you might want to come.

Zane and Dave broke up. I don't know any of the details.



One of my friends just got home. I'm glad he's okay, I was was worried:

"i just got out after a week in the nuthouse. it was funny. i was not
the worse there but i was pretty bad. spent a whole week in inpatient,
got a complete change of meds and am now a new man completely. i'm
smiling for the first time in a long time and i don't think it is
because i don't have to be in a cage anymore. i get to take the next
TWO WEEKS off of work! totally cool.

> Fill you full of drugs. Feed you jello.

no jello, lots of mashed potatoes and food without sharp edges. Got
some nice stabilizers, a cool anti psychotic and sleep meds. diagonose
as pretty complex bi-polar I with mixed states. They didn't have to put
me in the 'quiet' room because i'm pretty peaceful when tormented, but
they kept a pretty close watch. what was really neat was that before i
was going in i was starting to develop psychic powers like when Neo was
just starting to learn how to control the matrix. i knew they were
delusions, but they were cool. i could force rifts in walls to open up,
much like donnie darko could, and was able to move small objects like
pens across the table. pretty strange to be able to do that and still
know that it is a delusion. my roomate was a microsoftie who had the
CIA following him and bugging everything around him while they used an
invisible beam of light aimed at his head to steal all his thoughts. cool."