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Thursday, November 21, 2002
Busted, I've been. Charles accidentally found this absurd blog. I would guess he's the only other person on the planet who's read it, which is fine by me. But really! And only the day before I'd thought of deleting it. I wonder if he'll come back to read more? God is a funny fucking guy, huh?
I have no idea where I'll be living next month. That's fun. Actually it will be alright. The worst case scenario is that I move in with Paul, who is a dear and who has a house with a yard that Tuffy can run around in. It wouldn't really be that bad at all. A happy Tuffy makes my heart sing. I miss him so much I can't really think about it. My heart hurts, but the pain was allayed by Charles love, passion and exemplary pussy eating skills last night. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.