2002-07-17 | 7:10 p.m.

corduroy licorice had eyes that could light up a room. they were made of glow-in-the-dark plastic and had fake veins painted on them.

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dating can be eviscerating. or so i remember. and from a few friends' recent tales, i see it's true. love hurts. love stings. love leaves dirty little rings.

while the more i know about men does nothing to change my feelings towards pets, it also does not enthuse me to rejoin the mating dance.

it's getting to the point where even a cute face doesn't inspire me like it used to.

hmpf. it's, like, i don't even miss it anymore.

this may be a sign of early dementia.

my mom says i'm lucky to be solo.

i'm starting to agree.

well, fiddledeedee and a hearty ladeeda.

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