cellini's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Winning, Regardless. And Where Ever is Erin? Well son of a bitch. Diaryland looks totally different now and I'd had no idea on account of having added entries via email for the last few months. I'm home alone this weekend and so can safely use DL directly. Fuckin' score. This is awesome. You know, I have never really lived alone. The closest ever has been my year at Hampshire, and even then it was just that my dorm room was a single. My circle of friends and I were all glued at the hip and spent all of our time together. One of my best friends moved right next door. And after my first term, Trish was at a college a few towns over and she was staying in my room every weekend. I absolutely love these rare weekends alone. I wonder who I would be if I was alone almost every night? Before college I lived with my parents since birth. From age 19 onward, I have lived with Trish. And now there is the internet. And broadband. And Youporn. And on those rare occasions that I am home alone, I can watch porn. Hurrah for pornography! I might work on my ongoing Fickt prompted short story tonight. I dunno. I seem to be getting a bit drunk so it's hard to say. Last night I was going about my business, watching porn, when someone just popped up on my screen. Trish has this Yahoo chat thing installed on this computer and it was some friend of hers trying to chat with her. I explained to this person that I am not in fact Trish. Then we chatted for a bit and she sent me porn, which we watched and critiqued together. Someone named Kendall. So-called lesbian porn is all SHIT. Totally insincere. F- to everything I have seen. I got a bunch of sheathing up today but not as much as I'd hoped. I had to go into town tomorrow to get 6d nails, which turned into a fucking holy grail. When I got back I set up my air compressor for the first time since I got it 2 years ago. I tried to use the palm nailer that I bought from Amazon last week but as it turns out, IT FUCKING SHIPPED BROKEN. I had it hooked up and air was leaking. So I took it apart to see why. The main gasket has literally a dozen cracks in it and this thing can not possibly operate. MOTHERFUCKER. So now do I go through all the shit to send it back, or do I just find a new gasket to fix it myself? Either way, I'm pissed. A brand new tool should fucking work right away. Bah. Nobody is on gmail chat. I wish Erin was online. Erin is informed on the subject of edgy lesbian porn and is generally worth talking to now that I actually have time to get online and chat. And yet she is not there. I've been writing this silly thing with the Flickr prompt on FB and am far too pleased with myself over it. Erin would find something perfectly wrong with it and probably take me down a notch, which I am sure needs doing. I fucked my right elbow up but good today while constructing the workshop. Eh. Whatever. I injure it, it hurts, I keep working. This stupid injury makes the whole project more difficult, which surely will only add to the glory of completing it. I win, regardless. 9:06 p.m. - 2008-04-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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