Smelled like soap. I’m probably going to buy a planner today. It will be a sensible purchases that will help me plan things. my stomach is going all wrong. Need to order some t-shirts too. I’m really enjoying the book I’m reading now. or am i? the more I learn the less I want to know. I drank sitting down next to a woman last night who had really nice thighs. We talked about random life bullshit. It was clear that neither one of us is really going anywhere. In life. was hoping to get a good lead on a mystery but she did not have any tea to spill. At one point I asked the bartender for a screwdriver but he made me a greyhound by mistake. Another bartender noticed and mocked him in a friendly way. The first bartender repeatedly asked if I wanted him to make me a new one. I tried to stress that I was fine with the greyhound and the mix really didn’t matter to me at all but he was so consumed by guilt that he couldn’t accept this answer and so he finally made me a screwdriver when I was already halfway through the greyhound. This was during the morning hours, closing time as it were. Nothing else really happened at the bar that I can recall. Lot of people on the mend there. lot of people who have been on the mend before. We’re all running to catch up to the wagon. I look better than some and worse than others but it’s all just varying degrees of bad so what does it really matter? heard a song I liked this morning. Fantasized about being stabbed in the back. tomorrow I would like to wake up earlier than necessary. Let’s see if I have what it takes. Probably not. As ever, I don’t have the chops . I can’t cut the mustard. One of my big plans for today (other than the cheap planner) is to eat a slice of pizza . are there no limits to what I can accomplish? Already, I’m doubting my pizza plan. It’s because I don’t have the chops. I can’t cut the mustard. I’m such an incompetent piece of shit. Maybe if I had that planner I would write down the pizza plan in it and then have the balls to actually go through with it. can’t believe it’s going to be tomorrow at some point. There’s my Sheena Easton collection. I was looking all over for it. it was pretty close to my Kylie Minogue collection. Or was it? the more I learn the less I want to know. Exciting update! I went to an office supplies store and looked everywhere for a planner. The vast majority of them were for planners for 2026 despite only being a little more than halfway through the fifth month of 2025. I was able to find a few planners that were combination 2025/2026 however all of those began in July of 2025, leaving out the entirety of May and June (and also the first four months of the year). As part of the reason of this planner is to accurately map gathered intelligence I need this month and the previous month. I looked around the store to see if there was perhaps a discounted section of crap nobody wanted anymore but to no avail! I left frustrated and hating my dumb fucking loser self more than ever and my ability to successfully see a plan through to fruition. Then I went to amazon on my cellular and ordered a cheap 2025 planner that features all 12 months of the year, even the ones that have already come and gone and the one that is currently in progress. It is set to arrive in two days. this made me feel a little bit better and I look forward to its arrival. Or do i?! the more I learn the less I want to know. Awful number just now. then I returned to a Shangri-La I’ve been frequenting a great deal lately. Pink. There was a lot of pink. Metallic. Chrome. Trying to understand if there are links here. no complaints. Lovely as ever. YOU CLIMB THE MOUNTAIN!!! Frequency was learned. Four in one. four in one. sometimes. Lovely day then. No rain to call it. up and up and down, very quick, then water, sustenance and time to serve. Fantasized about pink cotton panties. Fantasized about light blue and light green cotton panties. Update on the poor bastard who was ditched by all his friends on his birthday: he was asked if he wanted to cut the cake and said no and that he would just take it with him. So sad. Think I am starting to understand the character at play here. the inner machinations. One more. Smile again, tearing me to pieces. Fingers clashing during the plastic exchange making him red. Ah, but this was significant for the pain. How he’d forgotten the pain and what a glorious and necessary step to pushing through. Picked the wrong corner is all. It made sense until it didn’t. until the arrival and then all the other arrivals which followed and the dividing lines simply put him in the wrong corner. No one’s fault but so painful all the same. Liquid eyes. The indulgence of being thrown into some live wires. Industrial haptic feedback robotic arm. Pettiness again. Oh how he simply yearns for that hug. To be wrapped up like that, to be so central and then to die right there. I recently ate shrimp. Things cannot be the same now. logistically. But the planner will help tremendously. There will be enough. Still he desires for his face to be crushed by her gorgeous derriere and for her to playfully let a big suffocating one rip while she laughs that lovely laugh and berates him. Remembering the pink now. pink and yellow. I’m off to commence new ventures destined for failure. All the while The Symbol of Purity has me . I miss her dreadfully. sliced cucumbers.
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