2005-02-07 - 1:35 p.m.

When I'm gone a long time I think my innards miss me. I have these out-of-body experiences, and it's like they're jealous, like they think I found other squishy parts I'll treasure more, will pump my fluids faster, smoother, better.
I guess I have to put them in their place. I haven't quite got the order right on my queue of "things I'm going to swallow out of spite when I get the free time," but anything with a Mr. Yuk sticker is that much closer to the top of the list.

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