Okay — I’m peeling from the burn I got on Saturday. I always find it funny how grossed out some people get with peeling skin. I never even thought about it twice. It isn’t very flattering, but then again, I’m not really trying to impress anybody right now, so I’m not too concerned. I’m still building toward the place I need to be. Also, I need to make the pad look less like… well, a pad. I’ll need a new bed. Sleeping on the futon has really fucked up my back. Besides, I can’t take a woman home with that thing in my room. She’d laugh at me. So, it’s off to the Matress Warehouse or something like that. Get a bed on discount… 2 years, no payments, no interest. Big bed. Big, magic bed. That’s important. Love is magic. Sex is magic. Ritual. Holy. Sacred. Unlike the Book of Erotic Fantasy which makes it into a freak show. “Look how disturbing we are! We disturb you! We disturb you!” Here’s some advice: “Don’t make a point, make a game.” Trust me on this one. I speak from first-hand experience. Thank you, Jared. We’ll be kicking ass at Gen-Con So Cal this year. Things are in motion. It’ll be a blast. I’ll have a visitor — hopefully. It was so nice to have a beautiful woman pay attention to me, rather than fuck with me, go hot and cold, tease-tease-tease. Heh. Now that I think about it, there’s a couple of women in my life like that. Just there as a friend. Too bad there isn’t enough time. Time. Time. Time. My tenth annual 25th birthday party is this year. I’m an old man. Surrounded by all these pretty young things, I feel like Benny Hill. Hated that show. Much rather watch Monty Python, The Prisoner, or Doctor Who. Adam loaned me Black Adder, and I’m almost done with that. Got distracted by The Sopranos. Fucking brilliant show. When the Friday TT game kicks back up again, the Gumba Squad is gonna have to hit MN. Ah, home sweet home. I miss my sister. She should be getting her BD CD any day now. Can’t wait to see what she thinks. BIG BUDDHA SMILE. My favo(u)rite Buddhist, Mr.
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