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I dreamed that Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez were living in a building on 30thsih and Larimer (for out of towners, that's a REALLY run down, warehousey, homeless neighborhood where undergound artists have started moving in). IT WAS FULL OF LEGOS (I dream about Legos a bunch) I played with the Legos and they were all dirty so I washed them in the bathtub. I got out and J-Lo wanted me to lick her asshole but she didn't have an asshole. So I went out into the snow and rode my bike. I ran into a friend who was also biking in the nasty blizzardy snow.

....I don't even like J-Lo.


I'm getting all my good ideas in the shower. Last night I finally came up with an idea for the Erotic Zine.... I even worked on it!

The sorta girlfriend called and it didn't occur to me who it was until 10 mintues later...

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I bounced a check... Is it the end of my good credit rating forever???

Also... I found a rust spot on my baby *thbbbbt*. Should I put Clear Coat on it to stop it from rusting further?