Sunday, August 27, 2006
Strange to actually get cold walking the dog, found myself wishing I had some cocoa or a lady friend waiting at home. While the cocoa would almost certainly be a better long-term investment and wouldn't require any revision of my carefully honed misanthropy masquerading as general benevolence and vice versa, I'm trying to keep an open mind, so I suppose if you're really into vulgar materialist hermeticism, periodic severe anxiety episodes & (gentle?) mockery of you & your most cherished beliefs, you might want to make inquiries through my agent. Nota bene, I'll be getting the cocoa as a hedge in any case.
Posted by dbr at 5:56 PM