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Further interesting factoids

I have seen Death. She is an elderly Vietnamese lady. Sitting outside my C++ class, watching us as we left. I tried not to attract her attention. Very white skin, very black hair, very black wispy clothing. Definitely Death.

A happy thing for all you ladies out there: I now come packaged with my own batteries, saving additional trips to the store.

Spent last night at a beach party. There were fireworks. There was food. Prognosis: acceptable.

I feel like I'm sitting on a waterbed. Sadly, my bed is stationary. Must be a waterworld.

There is a superfluity of men with long and facial hair. That is, both long hair and facial hair. As if you couldn't tell that just by the first statement, but it's been a while since you've gotten notations of this sort from my estimable self, so you may be out of practice. I blame the Amish. Also Chris Wayne, because he lives near them. Even if he moved. He isn't aware of it, but there's a secret tribe of Amish dedicated to keeping an eye on him, and if he moves too far away they will trundle on after him, wearing disguises as needed. This explains why he sees so many men with facial hair. But! Their head hair is not long!

The Pimpermill is closed. We all make sad faces. In unison! Sad... HARCH!

There's a guy taking massage classes with me. And today before class he was telling me about all the girls he had practiced massage on this past weekend, with that lascivious gleam in his eye. And I wonder. Is he missing the point of massage? Or am I?

The problem with women today is that they're too independant. If I should decide to, say, get all the money I possibly could from my girlfriend and then kill her, it wouldn't be a particulatly easy process. I'd have to go to all the trouble of destroying her self-esteem so that she'd be willing to be browbeaten into giving up her fundage, and even then there's always the possibility of her going to a women's shelter or something of the kind before I get to the last of her savings. Ah, for the good old days. But not too far back, because if you go too far back the women weren't allowed savings to steal away. Then you just took the dowries and left, and, really, where's the challenge?