well dang if I didn't get lost in reading other diaries...

meawhile, I'm being noted... getting notes, that is... and if I let certain note leavers have their way, I'll be tripping over my entendres shortly, or or would that be longly... longingly, no doubt...

let's see if I can answer a few questions and respond to your notes a bit now...

Robert Downey Jr.... I forget if he is one of the photos the magic mirror pulled up for me... the photo I provided is one that they do not recommend using, but it's the only one I have so I tried it... it was find to see how many different people it would come up with based on the slightest movements of the eye dots... the most frequent photos that came up were Eminem (4x), Patrick Stewart, Richard Gere, Jeremy Irons, Bruce Willis, Michael Ballack, David Trezebuot, Andie McDowell, and Sandra Bullock (3x each)... Hugh Grant and Charles Bronson came up 2x each... everybody else came up one time...

I got lost for almost an hour over in your diary (which is why I'm now an hour late) and fell in love with you all over again... not cuz you enjoy my entries and not cuz you are so dang beautiful (though both inspire a smile), but because you are so in love and real about yourself...

now you know I've been following you around all night (night for you, day for me) and loving every minute of every entry... your appreciation just makes it more fun and pleasurable, but you better know you deserve it or I'll have to swim over there and start shouting it from your rooftop...

yes, we must talk some good samaritan with much music access and a CD burner to find all those songs and burn us copies...

and what can I say to you now... swooning, are you?... sure, seduce me through my weakest character flaw, my insatiable ego... no wait, that's massively insatiable ego, yes, let's get it right... I don't know what can be done about my timing, I have no life schedule when I have no life partner and working nights leaves no set sleep schedule and now the computers are going bonky on me so... you can always yell at me by telephone...

I happen to think Ginsberg was a genius... I do think the etimology (is that the study of the origin of words or the study of spiders... maybe I have spiders on my mind because of this, but I digress) of the V words was cleverly placed in our language by people much wiser than we give them credit for... ancients knew what they were talking about...

and sleep would be a pleasant experience some time tomorrow... actually, I think she have plans for a movie tomorrow... and then I work tomorrow night... well, I can always sleep Monday, I think...

those dangling breasts, as touched upon in a previous entry, belonged to breakthedark, who writes poetry that scrapes the blackboard of my soul (in a good way)...

yeah, so I like white cotton panties... I'm still a child inside remember... all that lace and slippery clothing and dyed material and string underwear so little for me... in fact, I find clothed people sexier than naked people, usually... much, in most cases... yes, I was the strangest jock strap in the locker room...

I found the Jeremy Bentham quote on the blog supporting the animal cause... your notes re-inspired me and had me laughing... and I happen to think Roald Dahl is a genius too... though Suess remains #1 in my book...

I need stronger stuff than a waltze at the moment, but using music to seduce me only prove you are a genius too...

and yes I know you know me too well already... asking those questions that will have me pondering for hours in babbling tangents... someday I will get into them more, but I'll attempt brief responses in an upcoming entry...

and bindyree, I appreciate your visit and no way your diary is horribly mundane... we're all mundane at times, but you're not to take that person who said that seriously at all because the difference between mundane and interesting is how much the person reading cares... you're interesting to me...

and now I better get back on track because I slipped off the wagon reading your diaries and...

yes, all your fault, all of you...

(I stick my tongue out in your general direction)...

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