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Well, good to my word, I have another one out in a timely manner. As soon as I finish writing this, I'm heading off to a free dinner with my girlfriend. For the past few birthdays and holidays, people have been giving her gift certificates to Pappa's restaurants. She just looks hungry, I guess. To my knowledge, she never went to any of them, so we have a hundred bucks or so in free food coming our way tonight.

I have ten days of vacation coming up that I have to take by the end of March 2007. I'm thinking about taking them all in one felled swoop, and just wallowing in inactivity. That's the plan, but in all actuality, I'll probably just end up contributing to the Herculean task of writing on my novels. I only have FOUR that I'm seriously working on.

On a different note, why can't people just throw shit away? I spent the lion's share of an afternoon and evening moving my girlfriend's brother's shit from his house to a storage unit last week. At this point, I'd like to mention that I think storage units are evil, malicious things that not only allow, but encourage people to save old useless pieces of junk that should have been donated or thrown away when they STOPPED USING THEM. "No, I can't throw that away! That's my official 'Wendy's' restaurant 'Where's The Beef' Christmas tree skirt. You can't find those anymore." You know why you can't find those things? Because they are FUCKING USELESS PIECES OF SHIT! When was the last time you heard someone say, "Well, we didn't have any money, and our rent was due. Little Johnny had his hospital bills, and then my car broke down. We had no way to get to work. Luckily, I had my Smurf collectibles to sell. Well, long story short, I buckled down and sold Vanity, Brainy, Brawny, two Gargamels, and a Papa Smurf variant with him holding a bottle of booze. We took the money we made and paid off the house, got Johnny a new Palatine uvula, and bought me my Porsche. Thank God we had a storage unit!"

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Do you know the answer? Well, good to my word, I have another one out in a timely manner. As soon as I finish writing this, I'm heading off to a free dinner with my girlfriend. For the past few birthdays and holidays, people have been giving her gift certificates to Pappa's restaurants. She just looks hungry, I guess. To my knowledge, she never went to any of them, so we have a hundred bucks or so in free food coming our way tonight. I have ten days of vacation coming up that I have to take by the end of March 2007. I'm thinking about taking them all in one felled swoop, and just wallowing in inactivity. That's the plan, but in all actuality, I'll probably just end up contributing to the Herculean task of writing on my novels. I only have FOUR that I'm seriously working on. On a different note, why can't people just throw shit away? I spent the lion's share of an afternoon and evening moving my girlfriend's brother's shit from his house to a storage unit last week. At this point, I'd like to mention that I think storage units are evil, malicious things that not only allow, but encourage people to save old useless pieces of junk that should have been donated or thrown away when they STOPPED USING THEM. "No, I can't throw that away! That's my official 'Wendy's' restaurant 'Where's The Beef' Christmas tree skirt. You can't find those anymore." You know why you can't find those things? Because they are FUCKING USELESS PIECES OF SHIT! When was the last time you heard someone say, "Well, we didn't have any money, and our rent was due. Little Johnny had his hospital bills, and then my car broke down. We had no way to get to work. Luckily, I had my Smurf collectibles to sell. Well, long story short, I buckled down and sold Vanity, Brainy, Brawny, two Gargamels, and a Papa Smurf variant with him holding a bottle of booze. We took the money we made and paid off the house, got Johnny a new Palatine uvula, and bought me my Porsche. Thank God we had a storage unit!" Mailing list