11 June 2003 - 4:38 p.m. I shed a remarkable amount of hair. I have done so all my life. I think my body is wasting vast amounts of energy producing hair that could be better put to use producing strength, muscle-tone, or more frequent erections requiring less recovery time between orgasms. I mean, if this hadn't happened all my life I would think I was losing my hair. maybe I am. I would never know until the bare patches of scalp began to show through. What do I need it for? Is it meant to surround me in a sloughed-off hair nest? Should I spin it into a hut or a hammock? My cats are the same way. I can't understand how they even have hair. I mean, there is often two or three cats worth of hair in any given corner of the house. They should look like Mr. Bigglesworth! My head is like a bamboo forest. Hair folicles lunging toward the sky like porcupine needles. Fu-whish! Look at me! I am the hair-maker. My brush looks like a guinea-pig on a stick. The drains are all clogged. The motor in the clothes dryer smells like Rick James got to close to a pilot light, and I am sick to death of going, "pthehh, pthehhh, pthehh." I mean, seriously. What the fuck? (2) Comments?

11 June 2003 - 12:41 p.m. I went to Old Navy to get some sandals. I found a pair that I liked. I read the tag. I said," Hey they're only $18, so I went to pay for them. At the register, I discovered that they were on sale for $10. I was so happy, I sang Mmm-Bop by Hanson in the car. (0) Comments?