good enough?
13 December 2003 at 6:14 pm

"I feel like such a drug addict doing this," says Aaron as he picks pieces of Vicodin off the floor from when he snorted it last night. He has a pilondial cyst on this ass, which allows for a great many jokes, my favorite of which being when Derrick said, "Aaron's acting like someone tore him a new asshole," but is one of the more painful cysts out there. It's been open and puss-y for over a year now, but no one will perform the surgery to get rid of it because he has no health insurance. He goes to different hospitals once a month (the visit is free when he explains the situation) for a one-week supply of Vicodin, which he manages to make last a month by snorting half-pills. I don't mind too much, mostly because there's always a supply when I'm crampy, but also because he [says he] hates being on them.

He plays his newest acquisition, the new Prince of Persia for PS2, which was purchased at the Concord Target. We made a trip out there to visit the nearest Sam's club, which is an hour away. Two hundred dollars and a month's supply of people and dog food later, we headed back to the city. I know people who don't appreciate the value of bulk-purchases, but I am not one of those people. Give me a forty-pack of mac-and-cheese and I'll give you a girl who is not hungry. I heart Sam's, but I love Costco because it's only twenty minutes away. Sam's, a Wal-Mart affiliate, sells Manhunt, a video game whose creepiness and violence has been compared to that of a snuff film. Draw your own conclusions.

I now feel the need to go and eat one out of each bulk-purchased food item. My feast will include, but is not limited to: White Castle cheeseburgers, potstickers (I will try not to burn them and set off the fire alarm this time), Kool-Aid, and Mountain Dew. Tonight, a full-scale attack on my belly; tomorrow, the world!

Dear Sarah, We fight about the light being on too. Am I am pariah because I like to see without straining my eyes?

one year ago today: "good news: not pregnant again! bad news: started period yesterday. result: moments of extreme joy overshadowed by compulsive depression and horrid cramps. need birth control. hate birth control. heh: accidentally typed bitch control."

two years ago today: nothin.

three years ago today: "i'm being porn-ish."

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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.