That little one in the front isn't moving..

Why not? I'm alone, an hour to new years, getting plastered on cheap rum and masturbating furiously to keep the fear away. She looks like a lot of fun, but I take grave offense to her opinions on bear tails. Not so much? I don't think so lady, but stay feisty and I'll forgive anything.

I was going to say that she reminds me of one of my old neighbors in my last apartment, who would periodically invite me in to see her raccoon paintings and pictures of her kids. It was weird because I had slept with her daughter several times and she lived next door, but she made it pretty clear that she to sleep with me too and that was doubly fucked up. Imagine fucking your semi-girlfriend's mom while looking at her daughter at 8 years old and you get a little glimpse into the situation I was potentially in.

Come to think of it, isn't that kind of the plot to the Graduate? Weird! :)

Infinite, you have a wonderfully colored life and thank you for sharing parts of it.

Thanks. I was a literature major, so at some point I'd like to write the Great American Novel (don't hold your breath on that one though) and POE works in the same sort of way as Philip Roth's cocktail napkins (basically the first sentence from his first ten books was from random sentences he found left behind from a previous customer.) In my case, and I believe Roth's, it's a springboard for overcoming the dreaded writers' block. In an age of 140 character messages from the President, sites like this one are all we've got.