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I was backtracking through my entries. And I found this. I gave myself a 3.

I haven't said anything funny a long time. I can't make myself or anyone else laugh the way I used to. Likewise, I haven't had a good laugh in a while. A real fucking nice one that makes the abs hurts. A side-splitter. Is it things that aren't that funny? Or is it that I'm not that funny?

I need a muse. One that puts out. With big titties.

Be about it. A lotta suckas MC about it.

It often happens that I'll go to the bathroom, any bathroom, for the purpose of washing my hands, and only for that purpose. This is often after I smoke a cigarette or give handjobs. The objective is always wash my hands and get on with my life. But when the water starts flowing and the reality of being in a bathroom hits, I get the urge to make urine. I'll brush it off at first, as I usually do with urinating, because, after all, doing so would entail washing my hands again after the evacuation. Besides, I'm like in the top 10 for holding in peepee. Then I think, "just do it, Shenoy. You're already in the goddamn bathroom. If you go in again, people are going to start thinking things." So I pee. And have to wash my hands again thereafter. And the redundancy of it all eats me up inside.

Today is the first day of summer. The summer solstice, if you will. The longest day of the year, as well as shortest night. The Earth is at its farthest from the Sun. The enemy's off the port bow. All hands are on deck. My summer solstice resolution is grow my hair out, maybe even facial hair.

Maybe even pubic hair.