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Sunday, Aug. 28, 2005 - 4:17 a.m.

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The Slut Needs a Freak, and to Defragment


I got this from Onewetleg's:

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Well, that's not too slutty. Being infertile helps I suppose, since there are a few questions about getting knocked up. nope. no knocked up. I declined to write what the sluttiest thing I've ever done was. I think I would have to ponder that for quite a while.

But I am rusty and out of shape I am. Dang, last night I was dancing, or trying to dance (why oh why did I think I looked cute in the red tank top with my kneelength khaki combat shorts and little army boots? Not next to the girls in the slinky tight black skirts I didn't look cute. I looked like a dyke going camping... FUCK! too much Musicfest. gllll hehe)...

so, yeah, last night I was dancing, or trying to dance, and I could blame it on the pants, which felt like dancing in a cardboard box, or on the boots, which stuck to the floor and didn't let me do fancy footmoves... but really, I think it is the fact I spend about 80% of my time sitting on a chair slouched over. And zero percent of my time doing sexy moves. Dang. No sexy moves in my life. And that seems to translate onto the dance floor. glll.

Actually the cook at the coffeeshop tonight pointed out that is no excuse. He doesn't have sex and he is sizzling hot on the dancefloor he says. And really, them 11-14 yr old girls at Musicfest I HOPE were not having sex, and they had the slinkiest moves I tellya. Really, who can compete with competition like that??

So, I felt really 42 today. I ached ALL OVER! (no, not in any of them good-to-ache places) My ankles felt like I had twisted them, since I had finally kicked off my boots and danced in my sock feet (oh now that's a nice image, cargo shorts and black socks urk)... and my feet are so used to my birkenstocks or having birkenstock arch supports in my boots that they sort of just died then and there and my ankle tendons or whatever got all pulled out of whack. I only noticed once I got home and couldn't walk.

And my legs hurt, my back. egads. I am middleaged. dang. When did that happen??
I gotta get into shape. Famous last words. I am sure I will be saying that for the next 46 years. glll.

OK, this slut has got to get to sleep. I just spent more than three hours going through my desktop folders and trashing things, and then deleting about a thousand or more emails from my "sent" file. Cuz I couldn't scan and fix my comic last night. Not enough memory. glll.

Now I need to know if I can use a Norton DiscDoctor which is OS8 compatible to defragment my hard drive which is now running off of OS9.2. Will it work? Will it huh?? Cuz I think that defragmenting would be a very very very good thing indeed. Maybe then it would stop telling me "scratch disk is full". poopnscoop.

OK, nite nite y'all.

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